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quokkacore · 4 years

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mojave, mo’problems (m)

summary: throughout your life, you’d been told that a life of crime was the loneliest of all. now, however, your boyfriends, johnny and jaehyun, a pair of bank robbers, and you, their getaway driver, beg to differ.

pairing: seo johnny x jeong jaehyun x fem reader

genre: SMUT, fluff, minor angst, found family, criminals!au

warnings: poly relationship, language, guns, mentions of cops (acab!!!), armed robbery, mentioned physical, mental and emotional abuse, reader, johnny and jaehyun are from broken homes, mentioned alcohol abuse, overuse of pet names :’), unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap ur willy!!), JAEHYUN HAS NIPPLE PIERCINGS, minor daddy kink? its used like,, once, dirty talk, threesome, boyxboy, soft dom johnny switch jaehyun, sub reader, hair pulling, slight overstimulation, orgasm denial, spitroasting, praise kink, size kink, mentions of double penetration, blowjobs, cunnilingus, general filth

song recs: stevie nicks & don henley - leather & lace ♡ nct 127 - fly away with me ♡ lana del rey - national anthem ♡ triple h - retro future

word count: 9.4k

a/n: this was originally uploaded to my old writing blog on july 22nd, 2020. there were a few things in the original a/n that i wanted to keep. one, due to how multicultural los angeles is, i imagine the reader being latina or bipoc, but i make no mention of skin color!! two, i blame the w korea johnjae photoshoot for this. the room they were shooting in and the hawaiian shirts totally gave me desert motel vibes. and finally, pls stay safe, wash ur hands, and pls keep urself informed on current issues with resources like this carrd. <3

Burbank, Los Angeles, California, 12:22 PM

“You both remember the plan, right?"

"Yeah, John.”

“Oh my god, Johnny, we went over the plan seven times last night and twice on the way here. We know what to do.”

Johnny huffed, staring pointedly at you before rolling his eyes.

“…Fine. We’ll take less than fifteen minutes, okay? You know what to do, smart girl."

You looked at Johnny, who was sitting shotgun next to you, as his hand came up to touch the back of your head, gaze warm.

"Be careful,” You said, eyes moving to the rearview mirror, where you met Jaehyun’s eyes, “Both of you.”

Jaehyun nodded, his hand coming up to cover Johnny’s. “We will be. You be careful too, baby.”

You mirrored his action, nodding, and watched as they got out of the car to walk one block down to the bank. You watched them until they disappeared from sight, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel to calm your nerves. You were grateful Johnny had chosen this quiet, relatively empty street to wait on, avoiding calling attention to yourself.

Even after two years of doing this, it still made you nervous to wait for their signal to drive up to the front with your face mask on. One of the two burner phones you’d acquired a week prior was burning a hole in your pocket, the other tucked safely into Jaehyun’s.

You let out a deep breath, letting your eyes close for a moment, briefly thinking back to the first time you’d met them. You were nineteen, Jaehyun was twenty-one, and Johnny twenty-three.

Downtown, Los Angeles, California 3:48 AM

Two years ago, you had been working a shitty job at an old 50s style diner in the more dangerous side of LA to scrounge up enough money to run away from a less-than-ideal home life. The only noise of the diner, coming from the old jukebox in the corner crooning out some old Stevie Nicks song, was broken up by two tall, handsome men entering and sitting at a booth from across each other. You were immediately wary of them. They were obviously trying not to draw attention to themselves, but it was a bit difficult with their statures and hunched backs, leaning close to each other and whispering in rushed tones.

Still, after gathering your pen and notepad, and grabbing a pair of menus, you approached the table, doing your best to put on a customer service smile despite your feet aching and head pounding from your exhaustion.

“Welcome to Ernie’s. Can I get you boys anything?” You asked quietly, setting down the menus on the table. The two men exchanged glances, before the taller one spoke.

“For now, two black coffees would be great—”

“Actually, can I get a burger with some fries?”

Your eyes darted to the shorter one, who was sporting a small, friendly smile as he fiddled with the menu.

You nodded, pulling out the notepad to write down the order. “Do you still want both coffees, or…?”

“Uhh, sure. Why not, we could use the caffeine.” He chuckled softly, and your smile got bigger at the pleasant noise. Even through the early morning hour daze, you could pick up on his charm from miles away.

“Sure thing, I can bring you guys the coffee right now, but your burger and fries might take a little bit. Anything else I can get you?”

The taller man on your left gazed up at you with wide brown eyes rimmed with dark circles underneath, totally devoid of any emotion. “We’re good, thanks.”

As you approached the kitchen window to hand the cook the order, you were able to pick up on a few not so subtle murmurs.

“Why are you in such a good mood, Jaehyun? It’s three in the morning, Yuta bailed on us and the shipment is coming in four days and we don’t even have half of a plan.”

Pouring the coffee as quietly as you could, you strained your ears to listen. Maybe if you hadn’t been so exhausted, you wouldn’t have eavesdropped, but you’d been working since 10 PM. Your head hurt, your feet ached, and you were in the mood for some entertainment, and now your curiosity had been piqued.

“Babe, calm down. I told you I have another guy who could work as our getaway driver—”

“I wouldn’t get into another car with Yangyang behind the wheel if I were covered in full fucking body armor. And I’m sure as hell not letting him be our getaway driver!” As you set the old white mugs on your serving tray, your breath hitched at his agitated whisper.

Getaway driver?

“We’re robbing a bank for Christ’s sake, Jae, not playing bumper cars.”

As you turned to face the two from behind the counter, they immediately tensed. You pretended not to have heard anything, flashing them an innocent smile as you cautiously set the mugs down on the table.

“You’re lucky I made a new pot a half hour ago! Not too hot, but not super cold either.”

The man on the right, who you now knew was named Jaehyun, had tried his best to put on his first smile, but it wasn’t working too well. It looked slightly too forced, too tight-lipped to be believable. “Thank you…” He said through somewhat gritted teeth, briefly glancing at your nametag, “…Y/N.”

“You’re very welcome,” You replied, tempted to know what would happen if you added on his name since you’d only heard it while eavesdropping, but quickly decided against it.

“If you need anything else, don’t be afraid to let me know.”

You quickly headed back to the counter, pretending to mind your business as you wiped down the counter. They murmured to each other about needing a fast driver, and the taller, stricter man, who you soon learned was named Johnny, was grumbling about needing someone able to drive as fast as this Yuta guy or even faster.

You remained silent, but all too pensive over the tempting ideas popping into your head upon hearing about their predicament.

All too soon, Jaehyun’s food was ready, and you brought it over, an innocent smile plastered once more over your face as you set it down, but said nothing when you straightened yourself. Unmoving, you met Jaehyun’s eyes. His dark eyes looked slightly alarmed, gaze darting between yours and Johnny’s.

“You know,” You hummed, after taking a deep breath, “For two people planning a crime, you’re both incredibly stupid. You do realize I heard basically everything, right?”

The two men stiffened again, momentarily panicking as they locked eyes, but that quickly melted into confusion when you giggled at their reactions.

“That being said, you’re also both incredibly lucky that Doug, the cook, is a ‘Nam veteran who can’t hear out of his left ear, and that I am a very fast driver who is in desperate need of some good cash.”

Johnny’s eyes were unreadable. “You. A waitress. A fast driver.” His teeth were gritted, and his tone agitated.

“I hate to toot my own horn,” You sighed sarcastically, unsure where your sudden confidence was coming from, “But I know what I’m talking about. I grew up around cars. Both of my parents are mechanics. I practically grew up in their garage. I have some older cousins who drag race on the weekends and taught me how to. I drove my first car when I was like, twelve.”

“What if we say no?” Jaehyun asked, eyes now void of any friendliness, “What then?”

You held up your phone, which had been hiding in your apron pocket, 911 already dialed. You saw Johnny swallow when he saw the numbers, Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. You felt a surge of power rush to your head, having caught the scarier of the two men now looking like a deer in headlights.

“All I need to do is call. I’m sure the cops would be thrilled to take a look at all the weapons you say you have in your trunk. I want in. You either do this with me or not at all, assholes.”

The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. They seemed to be having an entire conversation with just their eyes. You tried your best to hide the shaking in your knees and the tremble in your fingers, to ignore the fact that this could easily backfire. If they were considering robbing a bank, they were automatically dangerous. One of them could easily have a gun with them here, and they could very easily pull it out and use it to hurt you or Doug.

Finally, Johnny sighed. He didn’t look very happy, but there was a glint in Jaehyun’s eyes that gave you catharsis.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Johnny said in a cold voice, “Let’s talk business.”

Everything had spiraled from there. You took them for a drive around the city to show them just how fast you could be, they opened themselves up to you being their third musketeer. The first time you robbed a bank, they were there to comfort you after you panicked at the idea of living on the run.

Eventually, you found out about their relationship as lovers, and they found out why you were so willing to drop everything and run away with two strangers, among other things. The story of how you drove your first car at twelve because your alcoholic parents were too wasted to drive to the grocery store, how you were cautious to hide the scars of cigarette burns along your inner forearm. After that, they opened up to you as well.

Why Jaehyun ran away from a promising life studying pre-med at an Ivy League University where expectations were eternally piled onto his shoulders, like Atlas holding up the sky. Why Johnny left suburban Chicago behind for LA at sixteen, tired of the monotony of a normal life where everything in his life had to look perfect, everywhere except behind the curtains of his house because his parents couldn’t stand him being attracted to both women and men, since it wasn’t befitting of the perfect family they so desired to be.

Somewhere along the lines, your strange business relationship of robbing banks and splitting the money equally three ways blossomed into something just as strange, but even better, something you’d never expected. You found yourself falling in love with the both of them, growing into the loving family you’d always wanted but of which you’d always been deprived. They both became fiercely protective of you, and after months of them calling you love, baby, sweetheart, princess, they finally asked you to become a permanent part of their relationship, and you accepted.

You expected so many things to happen in your life, but never to fall in love like this. And it was better than anything you could have asked for. They kept you safe and reminded you that you were worthy of love, something you hadn’t felt growing up.

The sudden vibrating of the burner in your pocket snapped you out of your reverie, and you quickly pulled on the black ski mask over your face before you started the car, not hesitating to speed towards the bank. You could hear police cars in the distance, and you took a deep breath as you rolled up to the front door, where the boys were currently exiting, bags full and guns out.

Your chest swelled with a strange sense of pride as they bolted into the car, shouting at you to drive.

Outrunning the police was a challenge, as always, but you were always faster, despite the fact that the boys had to keep telling you to wiggle your fingers since they were so stiff on the wheel and the last thing you needed was for your hands to cramp up now. Sure, you damaged the car a bit, but you could care less. This wasn’t actually your car. This was the car you’d hotwired almost a week ago, the real getaway car was hiding in a rather empty parking building, which you managed to enter and exit without much difficulty, now riding in a blue station wagon rather than the red Pontiac you’d driven to the bank. You all pulled off your masks, Jaehyun laying down to hide himself from the view of the window behind you.

Soon enough, you were out of Los Angeles, driving east towards the state line, and Jaehyun settled into the back seat. You drove for hours, the mood in the car finally having settled into an excited one a few minutes after leaving LA.

“How much did you guys manage to pull out of them?” You asked with a grin, and Johnny and Jaehyun shared a look, something that they always did.

“Baby girl, we managed to get 900,000 dollars from ‘em, we got ‘em good.” God, if you weren’t driving, you would have kissed Johnny then and there. Instead, you shrieked, “Nine hundred thousand!? That’s the biggest amount we’ve pulled yet!”

Jaehyun leaned forward, resting his chin on the front seat as Johnny looked back at him, pressing a soft kiss to the younger’s lips. “We’re celebrating big time, tonight,” Johnny declared once he pulled away from Jaehyun’s lips, much to Jaehyun’s dismay.

“How much longer till we get there?” Jaehyun asked, deep voice rumbling with satisfaction, mostly undeterred from Johnny’s teasing.

You glanced at the clock built into the dashboard, green lights blinking 4:18 PM. “I could get us there in two hours, but I don’t wanna draw attention by speeding. I’d much rather get to the motel at around eight.”

“Take your time, baby girl,” Jaehyun told you, leaning over even further to press a warm kiss to your temple, and your fingers stiffened on the wheel once more, “Whatever you feel works best.”

“Not too long, though,” Johnny added, “I don’t wanna piss myself before we get there.”

Both you and Jaehyun processed what he said, and immediately burst out laughing afterwards.

Yeah, these were the idiots you fell in love with.

The desert seemed endless, nothing in sight for miles but arid dirt and plants along the road. Somewhere along the road, as the sun began to set in the distance, Jaehyun pulled out his real phone from one of his suitcases in the back of the car, playing soft rock for the three of you to listen to as day turned to night, and the lampposts on the side of the road turned on.

There were far and few towns in between the vast expanse of desert, and because of that the stars shone bright in the limitless sky. When you saw the first flash of the moon up above, a song Jaehyun had put on had just ended, and a familiar Stevie Nicks song started playing afterwards. You smiled to yourself, humming along to the soft, tinkling melody.

Lovers forever, face to face

My city, your mountains

Stay with me, stay

I need you to love me

I need you today

Give to me, your leather

Take from me, my lace…

Eventually, after an eternity, you passed the sign you’d been so looking forward to seeing.

Welcome to Verona, Nevada

Population: 1,239

The motel wasn’t that hard to find, as it was just off of the highway. Johnny signed in in under 10 minutes, and you settled into the room on the second floor as quickly as you were allowed. The room smelled like mothballs and the carpet looked like it had once been a deep forest green, but was now a dark brown.

Yes, it was disgusting, but this was necessary to lay low for a while. Posing as three friends on a road trip crashing in a dingy motel for the night was generally the ploy. Next morning you would be out on the road again, driving further away from LA, then after a few days, you would finally return back to your shared apartment.

The three of you carried in the suitcases where the bags had been hidden in, and while you were stretching your legs and Jaehyun was showering, Johnny ordered three large pizzas using the phone on the nightstand.

You lay down on the large, lumpy mattress a few minutes later, grabbing the remote and turning on the small, ancient TV across the room. The bed was lower than what the average bed was for some reason, and you suspected that the frame had broken at some point, and that the motel either didn’t know or didn’t care.

Regardless of how the mattress felt, your eyes started to droop despite flicking through the channels. You could feel your mind start to relax as you let go of your driver mindset, releasing pent up tension and alertness. Johnny turned to face the TV, sparing you a glance with his eyebrows raised.

“The news?”

“You know it, big boy."

He stalked over to where you were and plopped himself down to sit next to you, not hesitating to pull you into his lap. You smiled as he wrapped his hands around your waist, large hands spanning across your skin easily. The TV, now stuck on a channel showing some melodramatic Mexican telenovela, seemed to fade into the background.

"You did so well, today, baby,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “We all did really good.”

You smiled softly at his gentleness, hands meeting his on your waist, before turning your head enough to meet his gaze, nose brushing against his. His big, brown eyes were hooded, whether from tiredness or admiration of your features, you weren’t sure, but you gave it no further thought once he pressed his lips to yours.

His lips were slightly chapped, and you made a mental note to nag him later to drink more water. One of his hands came to brush some hair out of your face, and you became hyper-aware of each of his movements.

“Hmm, Johnny…"

"Shh, baby girl, let me kiss you a little bit more.”

When his lips came back to yours, his movements became more aggressive, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his grip on your waist tightened. Your breath hitched as you sucked on his tongue, whining softly against his mouth.

“Fuck,” you heard Jaehyun groan from the other side of the room, and Johnny pulled away before you could protest. Your eyes cracked open, hooded eyes finding Jaehyun bathed in warm light from the bathroom. His hair was still kind of damp and he hadn’t bothered buttoning his shirt up.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Johnny greeted, and you bit your lip at the teasing lilt in his tone, “Care to join us?"

"I was gonna wait until after dinner,” Jaehyun said, setting his towel on one of the chairs in the room, “But if you insist…”

“Jae,” You called, voice soft, “Come here, pretty boy.”

Jaehyun smiled as he approached you, standing right in front of you and Johnny, who had now started pressing kisses against your neck. “You want a kiss, princess?”

You nodded as best you could with Johnny sucking on your neck, pouting up at Jaehyun, who in return leaned down and grasped your face before pulling you into a kiss. He tasted like the watermelon bubblegum he always carried around in his pocket. One of your hands came up to comb through his wet, brown hair, nails scratching against his scalp, and he groaned quietly against your lips.

“You’re both so hot,” Johnny murmured against your ear, and you whined at his deep voice, both you and Jaehyun pulling away to look at him, the two of you evidently affected by what he was saying.

To say Johnny was the leader of your relationship was a bit of an understatement. Johnny was the mastermind behind most of your heists, and commanded a presence over both you and Jaehyun, wherever you were. Where Johnny went, you and Jaehyun followed with few objections, trailing behind him like ducklings. Johnny, in return, accepted his more dominant role easily, and did his best to take care of you both.

Sometimes, you wondered if your upbringings influenced the dynamics of your relationship. Maybe Johnny was eager to dominate the both of you because he was raised under strict, controlling parents dictating his every move and treating him as their little puppet. Jaehyun submitting to Johnny, but not to you, out of the need to please as a kid who had been emotionally neglected but forced to live up to his family’s expectations. And you, submitting to both of them because you were forced to take care of yourself and your parents from a young age when it should have been the other way around.

The moment was broken by a knock at the door, the three of you immediately tensing up. “It’s just the pizza guy,” Jaehyun whispered in reassurance, taking a deep breath, but it didn’t do much to calm your nerves.

“Jae,” Johnny said, nodding toward him, looking alert, “Look through the peephole first. Wait for me.”

Jaehyun nodded, standing slowly. You were taking deep breaths in an attempt to keep yourself calm, but the possibilities of it being anyone but the pizza guy were causing your heart to beat into overdrive. LA police. Nevada police. State troopers. The FBI. Those weird Hungarian guys Jaehyun pissed off a few months ago. Suddenly it was all of them, waiting to burst into the room and take your family away from you.

Johnny set you down on the bed, flashing you a soft look before pulling the back of his button up to reveal a gun hiding in the waistband of his pants, putting a hand on the grip, just in case. You stood, watching as Jaehyun slowly approached the door to look through the peephole, his eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed, heart pounding in your chest. He shut one eye, looking through the small hole in the door, before allowing his shoulders to slump a moment later, and giving you both a thumbs up.

Coast clear.

You sighed in relief, sitting back down on the bed as Jaehyun stepped away from the door. Johnny handed Jaehyun his gun, pulling out his wallet from the pocket of his pants, and swung open the door, beginning a casual discussion with the delivery man as he pulled some money out of his wallet, before grabbing the pizzas and telling the guy to keep the change.

He closed the door, waiting a few seconds before sighing in relief as well and slumping against it.

“Jesus fuck, that’s one way to kill a boner,” He muttered, looking up as Jaehyun set down the gun on the nightstand.

“Y/N, you should have seen your face,” The younger man said while he stifled a laugh, coming closer to wrap his arms around you, and you huffed.

“Fuck off,” You told him, rejecting his embrace, and pouted, “I was genuinely about to piss myself.”

Jaehyun laughed again, and you retaliated by punching him in the arm, but not too hard, but he still grabbed your hand and pulled you towards Johnny, who had since set the pizzas down on the desk and locked the door again. He opened a box and grabbed a slice, and your spat with Jaehyun was forgotten, especially after having been on the road for over eight hours without stopping to eat.

Jaehyun grabbed another slice, eagerly taking a large bite before his eyes turned to the TV, which was still playing the Mexican telenovela. He raised an eyebrow after a few moments.

“Why are we watching Pasión de Gavilanes?” He asked, reading the name of the show as it cut to a commercial break.

“I was looking for the news,” You replied, giving Johnny a sideways glance, “But someone had other ideas.”

Johnny shrugged, already on his second slice of pizza. “You didn’t seem to mind,” He said after swallowing his food, eyes alight with mischief. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t deny him, and watched as he walked back to the bed, where the remote lay abandoned. He began switching through the channels until he finally stumbled upon the nine o’clock news report on a random channel, and the three of you quietly made your way towards the bed, all three of you waiting for the exact same thing.

And when it came, it was amazing. You were the main story, the breaking news of the armed robbery that had occurred in one of the safest parts of the city.

The three of you huddled together, occasionally getting up to pick up more slices of pizza, all relishing in having your egos stroked as the reporters all went over the details of the heist, how, when the police searched the getaway car (which had been mysteriously abandoned), no trace of any of the thieves were found, that any and all fingerprints didn’t match with any already registered in the LAPD’s database.

“The FBI has already involved itself in the investigation, believing this is the work of the same perpetrators as the Municipal Bank of Santa Monica six months ago, where two assailants…” The female reporter faded into the background, and you nodded to yourself, finishing your pizza happily. You peeked over at Jaehyun, who had a smug look on his face, satisfaction evident. You looked back to the TV as the scene changed, ignoring Johnny as he shifted next to you.

“We have no way to identify the perpetrators,” A representative for the FBI explained, “All we know is that the suspects are two males, both taller than six feet, and a female of unknown stature. All are believed to be between early and mid 20s.”

You zoned out for the rest of the report, content at both the fullness in your stomach and the lack of evidence the police had against you, before feeling Johnny shift next to you again. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your head to look at him, only to raise your eyebrows as you realized what was going on.

Your eyes looked down to Johnny’s hand, which had drifted to between Jaehyun’s legs. Jaehyun was slumped against Johnny’s side, panting quietly as Johnny’s hand groped him roughly. Johnny’s gaze met yours, dark eyes twinkling.

“And to think he told us off for not being able to wait,” He murmured, and Jaehyun hummed at the deep roll of his voice. “Come on, princess. Help me make him feel good.”

You nodded, knowing better than to disobey Johnny when he got like this. You lowered yourself to your knees, crawling towards Jaehyun. Johnny moved again, this time sitting behind Jaehyun so he could begin to unbutton Jaehyun’s shirt. You placed yourself in between Jaehyun’s legs, hands coming up to touch the tent in his white shorts.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” You sighed, reaching to unzip his pants. Jaehyun looked down at you, face flushed, but eyes still burning with lust. “That desperate, baby?”

“For you two, always,” You answered quietly, pulling his pants down as he wiggled his hips. Johnny slid the button up down the younger man’s arms, leaving Jaehyun in black boxers. You glanced at Johnny, who was kissing the back of Jaehyun’s neck, big hands sliding up and down Jaehyun’s toned torso, purposely avoiding the metal studs embedded in Jaehyun’s nipples, something you knew Jaehyun loved for Johnny to play with. You bit your lip, not missing the fact that Johnny was rocking his hips steadily against Jaehyun’s.

You eyed the bulge in Jaehyun’s boxers hungrily, feeling your core heat up at the thought of what was to come, before pulling down the garment and freeing Jaehyun’s dick. He hummed at the feeling, and you didn’t hesitate to wrap a hand around it.

Jaehyun’s head fell back, breath hitching as you pressed a kiss to his tip, and Johnny chose that moment to tug on the piercings. “Fuck, John,” He muttered, eyes squeezing shut.

“Don’t be mean, pretty boy,” Johnny cooed, fingers flicking the nubs incessantly, “Y/N’s helping you out too, don’t ignore her.”

“Y-Y/N—Shit, baby, nngh…”

You smiled at his whine, before taking his tip into your mouth, Jaehyun’s hips instinctually moving to thrust into your mouth. Your hand moved to stroke what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, listening to Johnny whisper filth into Jaehyun’s ear, not letting up his fingers, despite Jaehyun’s squirming.

His pretty face was flushed, letting out soft moans as Johnny tugged on the metal and pressed open mouthed kisses against his neck. You closed your eyes, focusing on hollowing your cheeks and making him feel good. He hissed when he hit the back of your throat, and your eyes opened as you forced yourself not to gag. Drool was pooling in your mouth, threatening to spill down your chin.

“She’s so pretty like this, John…” Jaehyun’s voice sounded breathless as his hands wound into your hair, keeping it out of your face. Your eyes screwed shut, whining quietly at his praise.

"She’s fucking gorgeous when she’s sucking cock,” Johnny growled against Jaehyun’s neck, voice guttural and dangerous, “And she loves it. Isn’t that right, princess?”

Jaehyun’s hand tightened against your scalp, trying to pull you off of his cock. “Give him an answer, baby girl.”

You pulled away from him, hand still gripping his shaft, still pumping slowly. You gasped for air, and the spit that had been gathering in your mouth spilled onto your chin, and they both groaned in unison at the sight. “I love it, John,” You murmured, meeting his dark stare. “Baby, you’re both so big, you both stretch me out so good.”

Jaehyun groaned again, and Johnny hummed, pressing a kiss to Jaehyun’s temple before he stood from the bed. He pulled you up on top of the bed with them, pulling you into his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling to yourself as you felt something hard poking at your core. “Jae,” Johnny hummed, and Jaehyun shuffled over to meet you both.

“Spit in her mouth,” Johnny ordered quietly, and you whimpered in delight. Jaehyun looked at you with mischief in his eyes, before grabbing your chin. Your mouth fell open without need for an order, and he pressed his nose against yours. Then he opened his mouth, and you moaned when his spit fell onto your tongue.

“Don’t swallow yet, princess.” Johnny’s voice was deep, dark, and you knew he was thoroughly enjoying watching the both of you. You kept your mouth open, as one of his hands came to hold the back of your neck, drawing him closer to you. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, before opening his mouth and spitting in yours as well.

His eyes never left yours the entire time, nearly black with desire. His face was flushed, and the hand on your neck was hot.

“Swallow,” He growled against your mouth, and you couldn’t bring yourself to disobey. When you opened your mouth to show him how good you were being, he groaned and pressed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt, while his hands groped your ass, forcing you to grind against him. You moaned his name, and his tongue found itself into your mouth, taking the lead of the wet, messy kiss.

Your mind was quickly hazing up at the feeling of Johnny’s clothed cock rubbing against you through your denim shorts, but you still picked up on the sounds of skin against skin and panting coming from your left. You pulled away from Johnny’s lips to look towards Jaehyun. Johnny took this chance to tug your shirt off, leaving you in a plain purple bra. Your breath caught in your throat when your eyes fell to Jaehyun’s hands, Johnny’s lips trailing down to the skin of your collarbones.

Jaehyun had one hand stroking himself at a steady pace, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, as if he were trying to stave off an incoming orgasm. He was watching the both of you with eyes darker than the Mojave desert in the middle of the night.

“Jae,” You whined, breathless against Johnny’s frame, “C’mere and kiss me, baby.”

“Yeah?” Jae answered, just as breathless as you, quirking an eyebrow up, “You want me, needy baby?”

You nodded in response, one hand reaching out to him. He leaned forward again, and your eyes fluttered shut as his lips landed against yours.

Jaehyun’s kisses were so different from Johnny’s. Jaehyun was gentler, but he didn’t need to tease you by letting you dominate the kiss and then taking over. No, Jaehyun dominated the kiss from the beginning, plump lips sliding against yours, hands leaving his cock to caress your sides, brushing over Johnny’s hands very briefly. Then, they moved to your back, unclipping your bra and discarding it somewhere on the bed.

He pulled away from your lips, and Johnny, who had been sucking a purple mark into your shoulder, did the same. You noted that all of your chests were heaving. Johnny’s hands were still moving your hips against his, and the pleasure left your mind reeling.

“You close, princess?” Jaehyun asked, and you shook your head. “N-not yet, but… s-soon.”

“Look at how pretty our baby girl is, Jaehyun,” Johnny murmured, dark eyes glittering in adoration as he watched your hips speed up of their own accord, rutting against him like a mindless animal. Jaehyun hummed in agreement, leaning his head against Johnny’s shoulder. Your head tipped back, unable to handle both of them looking at you, looking through you, as you fell apart on Johnny’s lap.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. So good for us, baby girl.”

By now, the fabric of your shorts and your panties against your core were starting to feel uncomfortable, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were so lost in hazy pleasure, head swimming with nothing but thoughts of your two lovers. Your hands linked around Johnny’s neck, trying to find something to tether yourself to the mortal world, because you were certain that if you didn’t, you would float off into space, never to be seen again.

“Ah, f-fuck,” You said, “L-love you both so much…”

Jaehyun’s hand caressed your neck, before coming to caress your cheek. He moved your head as well, forcing you to meet his eyes. His eyes were warm, clouded with desire. Your gaze flickered between his face and Johnny’s, and you whined again. They were watching you wordlessly, in a way that made you feel safe, loved, needed, and even though it’d been about a year and a half since they started looking at you like that, it never failed to make your head spin in love and arousal.

Johnny let loose a lazy smile at your words, hips bucking against your own. “We love you too, princess. You’re so sweet, do you wanna come soon?”

You nodded desperately, opening your mouth to answer but moaning instead when Johnny pressed you down even more against his cock. They both laughed at your noise, and you just had to laugh along with them.

The laughter died down a few moments later, and you felt yourself dangling over the edge. You just needed one little push, and a little push is what you got when Jaehyun turned his face to Johnny, and the older man met him for a kiss. Johnny growled against Jaehyun’s lips, biting down on his lower lip, and Jaehyun’s hand ran through Johnny’s hair, now sweaty and damp.

The sight of your lovers making out in front of you tipped you over the edge. Your eyes screwing shut, their names and profanities spilling from your mouth, moaning as the pleasure started in your hands and feet, before spreading up your arms and legs and taking over your body. Your hips didn’t stop moving, seemingly having a mind of your own, trying to draw out your orgasm as you clenched around nothing. All too soon, the sensation washed away, leaving you pliant and breathless in Johnny’s arms.

Your eyes opened to find that they hadn’t exactly broken away. They’d stopped kissing to pay attention to you, but they were still close enough for each other’s lips to remain against their own. When they finally separated, a small trail of spit connected their lower lips.

“That was so hot,” Johnny groaned, pressing your head against his chest, which was now bare, somehow. Jaehyun must have slipped off his shirt at some point without you noticing, you concluded in your frazzled state of mind. You closed your eyes as you allowed your breathing to return to normal, vaguely aware of your boys kissing each other a bit more.

“How are you doing, princess?” Jaehyun said once you had calmed down, no longer panting. His hand was caressing your side up and down, almost as if he was comforting you. You straightened your posture to look up at him and Johnny, giving them a soft, sleepy smile. Johnny’s big hands squeezed your hips as he spoke. “You wanna stop, or do you wanna keep going?”

You nodded, brushing away a damp strand of hair that was in your face. “I still haven’t gotten fucked by either of you,” You mumbled, “What makes you think I’m stopping before that happens?”

The pair exchanged a dark glance, wicked smiles gracing their faces before looking back at you.

“Clothes off,” Jaehyun ordered, “Now.”

You moved off of Johnny, legs wobbling slightly, to lay down next to them. You popped the button on your shorts and pulled down the zipper, watching as Jaehyun undressed Johnny, doing the same with his shorts as he kissed down the older man’s neck. You were left in now ruined cotton panties, the drenched fabric clinging to your folds in an awkward way. Your eyes turned to the pair in front of you as Jaehyun pulled down Johnny’s boxers, leaving him naked as well. They faced you, and Johnny grabbed you by the ankle, dragging you towards them with a soft smile on his face. You laughed quietly, the noise dying when Jaehyun grabbed your other leg as well and parted them, before lying in between them, face inches away from your core.

“John, baby,” He said, craning his neck to stare at him, “Can I…?”

“Go ahead, pretty boy,” Johnny replied, as he lay next to you, “Y/N made you feel good earlier, and we need to get her ready for us, right? You can return the favor, can’t you?”

Jaehyun nodded, and Johnny raised an eyebrow as he moved to lie next to you. “Words, baby boy.”

Jaehyun gulped, hands resting on your hips. “Yes, John.”

His hands reached for your panties, his eyes meeting yours as he pressed a kiss to your thigh. Your hand brushed some sandy brown hair out of his eyes, and you hummed as you watched him pull down the last piece of clothing, discarding it. “Jae,” You mumbled, “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Jaehyun smiled, the tips of his ears turning red. It had taken you a few weeks for you to put it together when you started dating, but you eventually figured out that Jaehyun loved getting praised. Anytime you or Johnny said something about how good or handsome he was, how nice he made either of you feel, he’d turn to putty in your hands.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders, his face close to where you needed him most but did nothing. He was riling you up, you knew he was. He loved to do this, loved to wait how long he could wait before making you beg. “Babe,” You murmured, “Jae, please don’t tease me.”

His eyes twinkled with something you couldn’t read as he pressed another kiss to your thigh, big, rough hands gripping your hips possessively. “You beg so nicely, princess. How could I refuse?”

He lowered his mouth to your hole, and your eyes squeezed shut, hissing out at the sensitivity. Johnny pressed a kiss to your forehead. The hand that wasn’t tugging on Jaehyun’s hair shot out to grasp Johnny’s forearm. Johnny responded by grabbing your hand and guiding it to his cock, and you obeyed his silent command by wrapping your hand around him, pumping him slowly.

You could hear his breathing right next to your ear, combined with the wet sounds Jaehyun was making as he mouthed along your slit. You weren’t sure what to focus on, letting out a high keen as Jaehyun slid a finger inside of you, his mouth coming up to suckle on your clit.

“Ah, Jaehyun, baby,” You whined, hips trying to move, but being stopped by Jaehyun’s other hand, “F-feels so good.”

Jaehyun hummed against your clit, the vibration causing you to squirm even further, crying out his name. Already you could feel the familiar sensation in your lower stomach again, forcing you to focus on Jaehyun’s mouth, alternating between sucking your clit and flicking it with the tip of your tongue.

“You like how he’s making you feel, baby girl?” Johnny asked a few moments later, and you nodded as he pressed his forehead against your temple to whisper into your ear. “You like the way he’s being a good boy and eating your pussy like he’s starving?”

You nodded again, whining even louder when Jaehyun added a second finger. Johnny’s hand rose to your breast, teasing your nipple as your head fell back, hand falling into a sloppy rhythm against Johnny’s cock. He pinched harshly, and you tried to move away from his grip, but he wouldn’t let you. “Neither of you seem to want to use your words today, huh? Come on, princess, tell Jaehyun how much you like it.”

You opened your mouth, trying to speak, but shrieking when Jaehyun’s fingers began to thrust into you at a rapid pace. Your hips were bucking wildly against Jaehyun’s mouth and fingers now, despite his best efforts to hold you down.

“J-Jae, fuck, fuck, fuck… Ah, your fingers are s-so big… They’re fucking me so good, I-I’m so sensitive, I don’t think I can h-hold on much longer…”

“Aw, already?” Jaehyun teased from between your legs, fingers not letting up as he slowed down their pace, “It’s only been a few minutes.”

“Jaehyun,” You whined, grasp tightening on his hair, “I’m gonna come, p-please…”

“No.”

Your eyes shot open to glare at Johnny, breathing heavily as Jaehyun removed his fingers from your aching core, and your hand stopped its movement against Johnny’s dick. “Why not?” You whined, and Johnny sat up, propping himself against the faded maroon headboard of the bed.

“Because you’re not cumming again until both of us have.” His tone was stern, leaving no room for argument. His gaze, however, was warm. “Now, what’s gonna happen is this: you’re gonna get on your hands and knees, and pretty boy over there is gonna fuck you from behind, and you’re gonna let me fuck your face. Can you two do that for me?”

He was giving both you and Jaehyun the chance to drop it now, disguised under the illusion of a command. But you didn’t want to stop. You rarely did when it came to your boyfriends.

“Yes, John,” You and Jaehyun answered at the same time, looking at him. Johnny grinned, patting his thighs with both hands.

“Come here, Y/N. Hands and knees, like I said.”

You crawled over to him, eyes not leaving Johnny’s face. His dark eyes followed yours, face covered with a light sheen of sweat, hair brushed back to reveal his forehead. You leaned forward when you got to the spot where he ordered you to be, pressing a kiss to his jawline. Your mouth trailed down to his neck, smiling against his skin when you heard him sigh in satisfaction.

You felt the bed shift as Jaehyun came to kneel behind you, hands trailing down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your kisses trailed down Johnny’s tan skin, past his collarbones, across his pecs, down his stomach, ghosting along his right hip. Your lips left his skin as Jaehyun gripped your hip with one hand, using his hand to grind his dick against your soaking folds.

“You want me to put it in, baby?” Jaehyun asked you, and you nodded without hesitating, your face heating at your desperation. “Yes, Jae.”

“Suck Johnny’s dick and I’ll do whatever you want, lovely girl.”

His words were accompanied by Johnny’s hands touching the back of your neck, not pushing, but still commanding a certain power over you, still compelling you to lower yourself onto his cock.

One thing you’d learned very early on from having sex with both Johnny and Jaehyun, you thought as you let your mouth relax around Johnny’s dick, was that they were both bigger than the past lays you’d had. Jaehyun was a bit longer, but Johnny was thicker. Regardless, they both had the power to leave your legs shaking, and your throat scratchy for days.

Once you’d allowed your jaw to loosen enough, you began bobbing your head up and down slowly, tonguing along the underside of the shaft. Your hands held you up, grasping Johnny’s toned thighs for support. A rush came through you as you realized that those thighs were what had made you come earlier, and that helped you push Johnny even further down your throat.

A groan bubbled out of Johnny’s throat, and Jaehyun took that as his sign to push into you. You moaned against Johnny, and his groan got louder, hands pushing you even further against Johnny’s pelvis. You held back the urge to gag, forcing yourself to focus on breathing through your nose despite the intrusion in your mouth.

Jaehyun’s movements started slow, letting you get used to the both of them fucking into you from both ends. He let out a low hiss as you clenched around him, hips grinding against you in a way that had you seeing stars.

It was as if they were connected telepathically, something unspoken between the two of them that always confused and amused you. You felt the amusement again as they both sped up the movements of their hips at the same time, a gradual buildup from teasing, subtle grinding, to harsh bucks of the hips, fucking in and out of you as if you were their own little tool for pleasure, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Any noises that left you were either muffled shrieks of pleasure as Jaehyun pounded away at your still sensitive pussy, or gagging noises, as Johnny’s hands forced you up and down his cock, bottoming out into your throat whenever he wanted to prolong little bursts of ecstasy. Tears were running down your face as he did so, and when he noticed, he let out a strained laugh.

“Hey, baby girl, are you crying because of my dick or Jaehyun’s?”

He pulled you off of him, and you took the chance to catch your breath before answering a few seconds later.

“B-both,” You moaned, and Jaehyun grunted in acknowledgement.

“Good,” He hummed, and you bit your lip as you fucked back against him, “Using our little girl like this feels so nice, doesn’t it, Johnny?”

“It feels fucking fantastic, pretty boy,” Johnny answered as you craned your neck to kiss along his shaft, “She’s so small, but she takes us both like a fucking champ. Maybe next time we should stuff her pussy and her ass at the same time… would you like that, angel?”

You cried out enthusiastically, stomach twisting at the suggestion. Jaehyun threw his head back, letting out a guttural groan.

“Oh, she’d love that, baby. You should’ve felt how much tighter she got when you said that.”

Johnny grinned, and lifted you off of his cock one more time.

“Hey, Y/N,” He said, lifting your chin to get you to look at him.

“H-hey, Johnny,” You whimpered, and Johnny pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Get off his dick, princess,” He told you, loud enough for Jaehyun to hear, “I’ve got an idea.”

Jaehyun stopped his movements, pulling out of you. You whined at the sudden emptiness, and Johnny patted your head to calm you before standing. Given that the bed frame was a lot lower than most beds, it allowed him to tower over both you and Jaehyun as Johnny propped the younger man up, then told you to sit in his lap, letting Jaehyun slide back inside of you.

“I wanna watch you both,” He murmured lovingly, carding a hand through Jaehyun’s hair, who hummed happily. Your mind was turning fuzzy fast, clinging to Jaehyun and pressing soft kisses to his jaw.

“Can we still touch you, Johnny?” You asked, voice small, flashing him big, pouty eyes that he could seldom refuse as he sat back down at where he once was.

Johnny nodded, his hand moving to your head and repeating the movement he’d made on Jaehyun’s head. “Of course you can, baby,” He answered, “But you’ll do it when I say so and how I tell you to do it. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Johnny.”

“Okay.”

Johnny smiled at the both of you, and slowly Jaehyun began his rhythm again, fucking in and out of you slowly, before speeding up again. Your lips trailed down to his neck, sucking on a spot you wanted to leave a mark on, and your hands came up to toy with his nipple piercings, mimicking what Johnny had been doing to him earlier.

Jaehyun groaned, eyebrows furrowing and eyes fluttering shut as you began to move with him and tug at the piercings. He turned his head to lock eyes with Johnny, who was stroking himself as he watched the two of you gradually lose control against each other’s body. The two held each other’s gaze, Jaehyun’s eyes lowering first as he pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“John,” Jaehyun pleaded, voice deep and teasing, “Come here, daddy, I wanna jack you off.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow. You and Jaehyun only brought out daddy when you wanted to be little shits to him and tease him more than usual. Nevertheless, he relented, standing and walking around the bed. Your eyes peeled open a few moments later, finding Johnny standing to the side of you, cock being stroked by Jaehyun as he continued to roll his hips into you.

Given that the bed was lower than usual, and Johnny was freakishly tall, his dick was more or less level with your faces, and through the hazy pleasure of Jaehyun pounding away at you, you got an idea.

You leaned slightly to the side, pressing a kiss to the head of Johnny’s member, and Johnny groaned as he realized what you wanted to do. Jaehyun seemed to like the idea, his hips fucking into you even faster once he registered what was going on.

Johnny used his knees to lean against the mattress, allowing you to lean back into your original position as he tipped his head back.

“Our dirty girl,” Johnny hissed, “You want cock so bad, don’t you? Can’t handle just one fucking you, you need another one down your throat.”

Jaehyun pulled you off of him. “Give him an answer, sweetheart,” He ordered, before taking your place and taking Johnny into his mouth.

“I’m yours,” You told them, “Want you both all day, all night, ngh, always… I love you both s-so much, I can’t handle not being fucked like this ever again…”

“You belong to us now, baby. We own you, body and soul.” Johnny’s voice was slightly strained now, but his words still held the same effect. You were eager to agree, unable to say anything as Jaehyun hit the one spot inside of you that had you crying out his name.

“Fuck, Jae! Right there!”

Jaehyun pulled off of Johnny’s cock, pulling you into a bruising kiss as he continued to hit your sweet spot time and time again.

“Yeah, you’re gonna cum again soon?” Jaehyun asked when he pulled away, and you nodded, before turning to Johnny and taking him into your mouth again.

“Don’t forget, princess,” Johnny said, “You can’t cum until either of us have. Understood?”

You nodded, trying to hold off the impending wave that was soon to crash on you.

“I’m so fucking close, Johnny,” Jaehyun mumbled, and Johnny gave a garbled agreement when Jaehyun’s free hand came up to stroke along with your hand.

“Me too, baby,” Johnny groaned, “You gonna fill Y/N up? Cum inside that tight pussy of hers?”

Your legs wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist, before you pulled your mouth away from Johnny, opting to stroke him as Jaehyun took him into his mouth once more.

“Give it to me, Jae,” You begged, voice shaky.

Johnny came first with a loud, “Fuck!” He watched as you and Jaehyun took turns licking away the cum as it shot out of the tip of his dick, tongues meeting occasionally as you both mouthed along the head.

“Shit, you’re both so good to me.”

Jaehyun’s orgasm came moments later. He buried his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as his pace turned sloppy and sporadic, filling you with hot cum as he groaned out both your name and Johnny’s. You whimpered at the sensitivity of your insides as he twitched against your walls, painting them white, but you didn’t stop bouncing in his lap.

“Y-you both came,” You moaned, desperate to cum. You could see on Jaehyun’s face that he was growing sensitive as well, but his hands on your waist weren’t stopping you at all. “Please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl…”

Johnny sat behind you, letting your head roll onto his shoulder. One hand wrapped around your neck, not squeezing, but still tight enough to send a thrill down your spine. “Yeah, you’ve been really well behaved tonight, baby. You weren’t as bratty as you usually are, hmm?”

You couldn’t answer, not when his other hand reached down to tap away at your swollen clit.

“J-John, ah—”

“You wanna cum, baby girl?”

You nodded, eyes squeezing shut as your hips took on a mind of their own.

“Then cum, sweetheart.”

And somehow, his deep, warm voice triggered your orgasm.

You threw your head back, almost positive that what you were speaking in tongues rather than actually saying anything coherent. You clung onto Jaehyun with one hand, writhing in his hold, and reached back to grip Johnny’s bicep. Beneath your eyelids, colors danced around you. You were certain this was what heaven felt like, and that this was some sort of divine ascension…

Verona, Nevada, 10:06 PM

When you managed to come down, you felt groggy, and your vision felt hazy, as if you were in a dream. The only sound came from the three of you, breathing heavily as you recovered from what had just happened. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and oddly enough, greasy pizza.

“Y/N?” Jaehyun murmured, “You still with us?"

You nodded, trying to ignore the scratchiness in your throat. "Yeah… ‘m good. Came really hard.”

Johnny chuckled from behind you, before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Certainly looked like it, baby.”

You smiled, eyes drooping already at the tiredness you were beginning to feel.

You settled down between the two of them, ignoring the smell of sweat emanating from the three of you all together. Yes, you loved being like this, sandwiched between your two favorite people, but you couldn’t deny that the body heat radiating from everyone, plus slight tackiness of sweaty skin against more sweaty skin made you want to cringe. And as much as you loved the idea of Jaehyun’s cum staying inside of you, it was slowly beginning to trickle down your thigh, further contributing to your growing discomfort.

“I need to shower,” You finally mumbled, rubbing your eyes sleepily, before pouting. Looking around the motel room, you noted that it was dingy enough, you didn’t want to imagine the bathroom. “How bad is the bathroom?”

Jaehyun groaned, hand coming to rub at his forehead in disdain.

“Oh, it’s fuckin’ nasty.”

“...Shit.”

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hazzasgayvodka · 5 years

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give the people what they want

alright so last night I challenged you all to send me your best asks/requests and I would compile them all into one single story to the best of my ability and let me tell you, I have done just that

HARRY WITH SCRUFF GOING DOWN ON YOU PUHHLEASEEE

DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK

Thigh riding pls !!!!

um i’m not creative but imagine harry as like a superhero ahsdkfjdsklj idk just do whatever you want with it lmao

PLEASE write a blurb with harry’s hands and the rings he’s wearing right now because those pics made me H O R N Y

Fluff # 14 (”Do you ever shut up?”) do whatever you wanna do with that because your writing is phenomenal!! Maybe add some smut though ??

I literally just need more cocky h content in my life please go off queen and give the people what they want ALRIGHT

TWO WORDS: PAIN. KINK.

Don’t care how you work it in, I trust your judgement “It’s 8 o’clock in the morning you are not having vodka”

PART TWO OF LIKE A VIRGIN I STG IF YOU DON’T

I JUST WANT YOU TO INCLUDE TWO SIMPLE WORDS: “Bed. Now.”

Harry meeting all your friends for the first time and he’s like nervous I guess idk something like that would be cute love you :)

SAY IT WITH ME GIRLS! STONER H! STONER H! STONER H!

H BEING OBSESSED WITH YOUR ASS PLS AND THX

please more stoner!h maybe like some shotgunning or smokerings like that shits hot

WAKING UP NEXT TO H PLS THATS ALL I WANT

H’S LAME DAD DANCE MOVES LIKE FINGER GUNS AND GRINDING UP ON YOU ALL CHEEKY

H DRESSED LIKE YOUR ICON THAT IS ALL THANKS

okay but h in his yellow vans or yellow in general yeah that

PAINTING H’S NAILS OR HIM JUST HAVING BLACK NAILS PLEASE

hahaha don’t kill me but what IF H HAD A FACE TATTOO

So, with all of those asks said (and many repeats not voiced because GOD you guys really wanted like a virgin part 2) HERE IT IS

in which you’re going to your friend’s wedding and bringing h along after just meeting him last week at a party

ENJOY!

You peel your eyes open to the sunlight coming in through the window, squinting in the brightness and rolling over to see Harry still dead asleep, curled up beside you. His eyes are fluttered closed, his arm lazily draped across your stomach and you don’t even think about it as you reach up to run your hand through his messy mop of hair.

“Y/N,” He groans, scrunching his face up, “Let me sleep, woman.”

“You forgetting what today is?” You ask, leaning over to peck his cheek before standing from his bed.

“Tuesday?” He sighs, finally rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

“Try Thursday,” You laugh, grabbing your pair of panties from the floor and wiggling as you pull them up your legs, “And it’s my friend Tiffany’s wedding, we’ve been over this.”

He holds his head in his hand, running his hand through his hair to get it out of his face before finally looking up to meet your eyes, “Are you sure we have to go to that?” He grimaces.

“I’m sure I have to go,” You shrug, slipping on one of his button-up shirts, “You don’t have to come with if you don’t want to, but I’m pretty sure my friends are going to be on your doorstep with pitchforks if they don’t get to meet you soon.”

“Wait,” He says, suddenly more alert as he pushes himself out of bed finally, “This is like a meeting the friends thing?”

“Well yeah, but it’s not like a big deal-“

“What did you tell them about me? You didn’t tell them that we fucked at that party, did you?” He asks nervously.

“I mean yeah,” You shrug, laughing, “I just told them that I met you at Louis’ party and we got drunk and a little high and slept together and now we’re kind of hanging out.”

“Oh my god,” He sighs, running his hands through his hair again as he pulls on his ripped jeans from yesterday, “God they probably think I’m some fucking loser-“

“They don’t think that.” You assure him, rolling your eyes.

“Y/N! You told them that I got you cross faded and then fucked you upstairs at a frat party!” He shouts, trying not to laugh.

“Maybe you should plan your conquests more accordingly,” You smirk, tossing him his pink hoodie from the back of his desk chair, “You never know when you’ll end up dating one of them.”

“Woah, woah, woah, sweetheart,” He grins, pulling on his hoodie and following you into the kitchen, “I thought you said we were absolutely not, under no circumstances, ‘dating’.”

“And I stand by that,” You nod, starting the coffee pot, “But I think for the sake of today, my friends will ask a lot less questions if I just introduce you as my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” He smirks, smacking your ass as he walks behind you to get to the cereal in the cupboard, “That’s one hell of a promotion from casual booty call, don’t you think?”

“Oh, is that what this is?” You tease, bumping your hip against his as he reaches into the fridge.

“You tell me, babe.” He laughs, coming away from the fridge with the bottle of Smirnoff in his hand.

“Harry, what are you doing?”

“Starting the day off right,” He shrugs, grabbing a mug, “Gotta get through this wedding somehow.”

“What? No,” You chuckle, snatching the bottle out of his hand, “It is eight o’clock in the morning, you are not drinking vodka.”

“It’s only eight o’clock?” He scoffs, “Why the fuck am I not in bed right now?”

“Honestly,” You giggle, shoving a mug of coffee in his hand instead, “I expected it to be a lot harder to wake you up.”

“Oh, lovely,” He groans, rolling his eyes, “God, I’m gonna smoke a bowl.”

“So, you’re not driving today then?” You ask, quirking your eyebrow up at him as he lights his pipe and inhales deeply.

“Um, yes…?” He says uneasily, clearly trying to read you and what you want him to say.

“Good,” You grin, patting his chest and leaning in to peck his lips, “Because I plan on taking full advantage of the free champagne.”

He shotguns a puff of smoke into your mouth and you cough as he laughs, leaning back against the counter, “I guess I won’t complain about that.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows at you rather suggestively.

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating Styles,” You tease, “But whatever it is, I can assure you it won’t be happening until we leave the wedding.”

“I mean, I’m free right now,” He smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him, “And would you look at that, you’re already half undressed.”

You collapse against the mattress, struggling to pull oxygen into your lungs as Harry chuckles from between your thighs, his arms still hooked around your knees. He leans his head against your right leg and you nearly jump out of your skin as the stubble on his cheek rubs against the skin of your inner thigh.

“Jesus, H!” You squeal, shoving him away, “God you need to shave your face.”

“What? You don’t like it?” He grins deviously, purposefully rubbing his prickly face between both of your thighs and making you writhe under him.

“No, it tickles like a bitch!” You giggle, sitting up and grabbing his face in your hands to tug him up the bed to kiss you instead.

You can feel his stubble beneath your hands as you hold his face to you, moving your mouth with his. Part of you loves it, just the slightest bit of roughness rubbing against your fingertips. He pulls away from you and you take his lip between your teeth, tugging it towards you, your eyes flickering open to catch a glimpse of his eyes fluttered closed. Your eyes dart to his lip and you swear you see the edges of a tattoo, thin black lines peaking out from the backside of his bottom lip.

“H?” You laugh, pulling away from him fully and grabbing his lip between your fingers, “Do you have a lip tattoo?”

He grins mischievously, his eyes glittering as he brushes your hand away and folds his lip over himself so you can read it, “Maybe,” He shrugs, “It says bite me, it was a dare.”

“Mhm, sure it was.” You nod, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his again.

“I swear it was babe!” He chuckles, shuffling off the bed to follow you to the bathroom to start getting ready.

You shake your head as you grab your toothbrush and start brushing your teeth while Harry takes to shaving his face. You meet his eyes in the mirror and he sticks his tongue out at you as he runs his electric razor back and forth over his cheeks just to trim down the stubble on his face.

“So how dressed up am I supposed to be getting for this thing?” He asks, wetting his hands under the faucet and running his hands through his hair to sort it out.

“I mean, a suit would be nice,” You nod, grabbing your makeup bag, “If you have one.”

“If I have one,” He scoffs, turning to you and leaning on the counter, “What kind of man do you take me for, sweetheart?”

“One with a lip tattoo,” You tease, patting his chest patronizingly, “Sweetheart.”

He rolls his eyes, squeezing your ass as he passes behind you to start the shower and strip out of his clothes. As nice as he looks in the tight ass pair of ripped black jeans and the bubblegum pink hoodie, he definitely looks better standing there in his plain black boxer briefs. You feel your cheeks flush when your eyes meet his and he raises his eyebrows before he tugs down his boxers too.

“Like what you see there, babe?” He grins, sending you a wink as he slides behind the shower curtain just before you can reach out and hit him, “Hey, watch it woman!” He laughs, peaking back out of the shower and meeting your eyes in the mirror again.

“Hurry up, Styles,” You scold, “We’re leaving in half an hour.”

You finish putting on the rest of your makeup while Harry spends most of his shower trying to convince you to join him. After already wasting most of the morning naked in his bed you regretfully decline and slide back into his bedroom to put on your dress. You’re just shimmying the skintight fabric over your ass when Harry walks back into his room with his towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.

You can feel his eyes on you as you grab your heels from your duffel bag in the corner, strapping them to your feet while he slides on a pair of Spider-man boxers. He walks over to his closet and shuffles all the way to the back, dragging out a plain all black suit and his one simple white button up.

He shrugs on the button up, leaving the top three buttons undone before tucking it into his black slacks and sliding on his black jacket. It fits him like a dream, and you have to physically drag your eyes away from him while he adjusts the collar of his jacket.

“Spider-man huh?” You smirk, grabbing your clutch.

“You bet,” He chuckles, grabbing his yellow vans from the bottom of his closet, “Gotta conceal the web shooter.”

“Gross,” You groan, shoving him over as he laces his shoes up on his feet, “Are you seriously wearing those?”

“I’m wearing a suit, aren’t I?” He asks, throwing his arms in the air, “What more do you want woman?”

“Fine, fine,” You sigh, shaking your head as he throws on his cross necklace and grabs the rings off his bedside table, sliding them on his fingers, “How many rings you gonna put on, H?”

“As many as I want to,” He nods matter-of-factly, showing off his hands when he’s finished, “It’s a wedding isn’t it?”

You can’t help but laugh as you take his hands in yours, tracing over his giant gold rings with his initials etched into them. H.S. He’s been way too cocky about them since he first got them a few days ago, making big talk about branding your ass with his name but he hasn’t acted on it yet.

“I like your nails,” You grin cheekily, remembering the other night when you convinced him to let you paint his black to match yours.

“I do too actually,” He nods, clearly surprised himself, “It looks kinda sick.”

He grabs his phone and wallet, shoving them into either pocket of his pants before snatching his keys off the counter and twirling them around his finger. You follow him to the door and out to his car where Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones starts blasting as soon as he starts it.

“Sorry.” He chuckles, turning the radio back down and backing out of his parking spot.

You’re leaving a little later than you had originally planned in order to make it there on time what with Harry’s morning antics but you’re still feeling rather optimistic about making it on time until you hit a huge block of traffic on the freeway.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You huff, letting your head hit the seat behind you.

“Just hang on babe,” He laughs, resting his ring covered hand on your thigh and giving you a squeeze, “We’re only missing the boring part, we’ll be there in plenty of time before the reception.”

You roll your eyes as he runs his hands through his hair for the hundredth time, complaining once again about how he really needs to get a haircut before he goes rummaging in his glovebox. He sits back up with a pair of white clout goggle sunglasses and slides them on top of his head, holding his hair back out of his face.

“You cannot be serious.” You laugh, snatching them off his head and sliding them on yourself.

“Hey,” He defends, “I’ll have you know it was Elton John that made these cool.”

“I’ll have you know that no matter how hot you think you are, you cannot pull these off.” You smirk, popping them back on his head.

You both arrive to the wedding way past the ceremony. By the time you enter the banquet hall, the reception is already in full swing. You hook your arm through his and lead him around the room, looking for your nameplate on one of the many tables.

“Y/N! You’re over here!”

You look up to see your friend Heather calling you over to the table. You grab Harry’s hand and start to pull him behind you over to the table, but he stops in his tracks, dragging you back to him.

“I don’t think I can do this.” He says nervously.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s no way they’re gonna like me, I’m in fucking Vans at a wedding Y/N, what was I thinking? God, I let you paint my nails black and I’m too sober for this-“

“Harry,” You say seriously, grabbing him by the shoulders, “I like the fact that you’re in Vans with your nails painted at a wedding because it’s you, and I happen to like you, just a little bit, and they will too.”

“And if they don’t?” He asks, scrunching his face.

“Then who cares,” You sigh, grabbing his hand again, “They’re not the one sleeping with you, they don’t have to like you.”

A small grin finally turns up one side of his mouth and you lean forward, pecking his lips before threading your fingers through his and leading him over to the table.

“Oh my god, you must be Harry.” Brynn smiles as soon as you’re both in ear reach and he reaches his hand out to shake hers, but she grabs him in her arms to hug him instead.

“Oh, you’re Harry!” Heather squeals, “We’ve heard so much about you!”

You send her a death glare just as Harry looks at you over his shoulder with the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen plastered on his face, “Oh, is that so?”

“Well obviously, she nearly dropped off the face of the Earth after meeting you,” Brynn shrugs, “We had to know all we could about the man Y/N is spending all of her time with.”

Your cheeks are nearly flaming when the words come out of Brynn’s mouth and you wish you could reach across the table and shove them back in when you feel Harry’s eyes on you again. You wish you could melt into the floor and go back in time so this interaction never happened just as the DJ comes on the speaker and announces that food will be served in ten minutes.

“Thank god, I’m starving.” Harry grins, taking the seat right next to Brynn and patting the empty chair next to him.

You sit through nearly an hour of your friends relentlessly grilling Harry and he doesn’t seem phased by it at all. The jittery, nervous man you walked in with is nowhere to be found as he recounts stories flawlessly and keeps them laughing the whole night. You even learn a few things yourself, like the fact that he’s actually a huge literature buff. You vaguely remember him recognizing the book you were reading at the party you met at but to be honest that whole night is kind of a blur.

Soon enough, you’re being dragged out to the dancefloor by none other than Harry who is grooving around with some of the worst dad dance moves you’ve ever seen. You don’t know what it is about Harry that made you assume he’d be a good dancer but clearly you need to work on your judgement.

“Oh, come on Y/N, what are you, a statue?” He scoffs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to him, swaying your arms and spinning you around.

“I don’t really dance, Harry.” You laugh, nearly tripping on your own feet.

“Tonight, you do,” He nods, grabbing your hips, “Come on sweetheart, let’s see those moves.”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes as his hands move your hips in figure eights, swiveling them around. He moves his own hips opposite yours, grinding into your backside and occasionally pressing a kiss to your cheek or the back of your neck.

“There you go, you’re getting it.” He grins, letting go of your hips and letting you move on your own.

“Sure I am,” You laugh, watching as he throws an imaginary lasso in the air and starts tugging you to him with it, “Really? The lasso, Harry? That is so old school.”

“I prefer the term classic.” He smirks, wrapping his arms around your lower back and pulling you into his chest.

You open your mouth to reply but you’re cut off as the DJ’s voice comes back through the speakers, letting everyone know that the bouquet toss is about to happen at the front of the banquet hall.

“Well, get on up there, babe.” He laughs, nodding his head towards the crowd forming at the front of the room.

“Oh, it’s alright, I don’t really want to-“

“Come on darling, you’ve got to at least try for the bouquet.” He sighs, grabbing your hand and tugging you over to everyone himself.

He leaves you to stand right between Brynn and Heather before seeing himself over to the group of guys standing off to the side. He sends you a wink when he catches you looking back over at him and your cheeks are blushing almost instantly.

You watch as your friend Tiffany is sat on one of the banquet chairs in front of everyone and her new husband Mason makes a whole show of sneaking under her dress to retrieve the garter from her leg. The crowd goes wild when he finally stands up with the garter between his teeth and you find yourself looking over at Harry to see him with his fingers in his mouth, whistling.

Both Tiffany and Mason turn around and suddenly the garter and the bouquet are both in the air. You’re hardly paying any attention to the spectacle until suddenly the bouquet is landing right between you and Heather. She clearly catches it but quickly hands it off to you, shoving it into your unwanting arms.

“Heather, what are you-“

You’re cut off as she nods her head over to the group of guys where Harry is standing at the front of the pack with the white lace garter held above his head. You can’t help but shake your head, biting your lip when your eyes meet his and he raises his eyebrows, shrugging innocently.

“How many people did you have to tackle to get that?” You smirk, both of you crossing the space between the divided groups to stand in front of each other.

“About six,” He shrugs, grinning ear to ear, “A small price to pay of course.”

He leads you over to the chair in the middle of the crowd as the hollering grows louder and when he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth to kiss it, you take the opportunity to shove him on his ass in the chair and snatch the garter from him yourself. His mouth his hanging open in shock as you hand him the bouquet instead and swing your leg over him, straddling his thigh with your back to him. Suddenly the screams from your friends and the rest of the crowd around you are deafening as the music gets turned up a couple notches and you hold the garter in the air.

His hands find their way onto your hips, but you turn around on his lap, grabbing his hands and folding them behind his head instead, “Hands to yourself, Styles.” You scold and he grins even wider.

You bend over to reach his foot, giving him a perfect view of your ass straddling his thigh and you can hear him suck in a breath. You start to work the garter over his bright yellow Vans just as you start to grind down onto him, swiveling your hips the same way he was moving them earlier on the dancefloor and everyone starts to cheer, egging you on. The friction of his dress pants against your hardly clothed clit makes your thighs shake almost instantly as you continue moving the garter further up his leg, over his knee. His hands suddenly grab your hips, ceasing your movements and you don’t bother snapping at him again, if you keep going, you’re gonna end up coming on his leg.

You stand back up, laughing nervously as you feel your thighs clenching and everyone erupts in a chorus of shouts to which you bow and jokingly thank everyone for coming to the show until you feel Harry’s hand grab yours and tug you away from everyone.

“Harry, what are you-“

You’re cut off as he drags you into the bathroom, checking the few stalls for anyone before locking the door and turning back to you. He moves his hand from resting on his leg over his dress pants and you know exactly what’s wrong when your eyes land on the wet spot across his thigh.

“We’ve got a bit of a situation, sweetheart.” He laughs, clearly more amused by the condition of his pants rather than angry as you previously assumed.

“God, I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was, I didn’t know-“

“Hey, it’s cool,” He says seriously, grabbing your face in his hands, “Are you alright though? You’re obviously fucking soaking down there, love.”

“It’s fine, we can’t-“

“We very well can.” He corrects, his hands moving to grip your ass.

“Harry-“

“Yes sweetheart?” He grins, cutting you off before you can tell him to stop.

You sigh, shaking your head when you can’t fend off the giant smile that wants to spread across your face when you meet his devious smirk any longer, “You wanna get out of here?” You ask finally.

“Yes, god, I thought you’d never ask.” He says eagerly, grabbing your face in his hands and smashing his lips onto yours.

You rush back out to his car, quickly saying your goodbyes before latching onto each other as soon as you’re out of the building. You’re a mess of limbs, grabbing at anything and everything just to get closer to each other. His hands are roaming you over your dress as you stumble over to his car and you push him up against it. Your lips find their way down his neck and he rolls his eyes back in his head, his mind going fuzzy. You reach your hand into the pocket of his slacks and grab his keys, unlocking the car before opening the door and shoving him into the driver seat. You slam the door closed and run around to the other side, collapsing in the seat beside him before climbing over the console and straddling his lap.

“You wanna pick up where we left off, princess?” He grins, his hands latching onto your hips and already moving you against him.

“Harry, I can’t, your pants-“

“Already gotta be washed,” He shrugs, cutting you off, “Let’s make it worth my time, yeah?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes as he bites his lip, staring down at you before grabbing the lever on the side on his chair and leaning it back. His chair is as far back as it can go now, giving you every bit of the space you need while his eyes are nearly glued to your thighs straddled over his own. His hands are cemented to your hips, pushing you down onto him and nearly dragging your barely clothed heat against him, all the way back to the edge of his knee before yanking you right back into his lap.

You’re already on the edge and you can see the tent starting to stand up in Harry’s pants. His eyes are still focused on you, watching your every move as you ride his thigh, your dress now fully bunched up around your waist. You try to detach your mind from the immense pleasure coursing through you and grab at the waistband of his pants, but he stops you almost immediately.

“No, not right now sweetheart.” He grunts, grabbing your hands in his.

“But Harry-“

“God, so stubborn,” He laughs, grabbing you by the chin and tilting your face to meet his, “All the fucking time.”

“I am not-“

“Do you ever shut up?” He jokes, “I want this babe, promise you, want you to get yourself off on just my thigh, okay?”

You know your cheeks are flaming now as he grins that big mischievous, dimpled smile and places his hands back on your hips, this time up under the confines of your dress, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel his cold rings brush against you. You laugh as you put one hand down on his thigh to steady yourself as your legs start to shake and come across the thin lace garter. You smirk as you slide your fingers under it, stretching it away from his leg before letting it snap back against him. He ruts against you instinctively, his hips bucking up suddenly and a strangled groan falls past his lips before he can catch it.

No way.

You do it again, snapping it harder and his hand suddenly reaches out, grabbing yours and taking it away from the garter. His eyes meet yours, his pupils blown out and wild and that’s when he finds your mouth. You sigh into his mouth, content with his mouth and hands roaming you, the coil in your stomach tightening with each flick of your hips.

Harry is on fire beneath you, he’s sure. His lips are moving slowly and heatedly on yours, his tongue dipping into your mouth when it feels right and making you grind down onto his thigh even harder. He was joking earlier about making it worth his time to wash his pants but he’s certainly getting more than he bargained for now. He can feel your wetness soaking though his slacks, drenching his bare skin but he won’t dare tell you that. His cock is fully hard in his boxers, just about screaming at him to do something, his subconscious is flabbergasted, the devil on his shoulder is reminding him that you’re one layer away from being naked down there and ready for him to fuck you senseless, all he’d have to do is yank down your panties and move you over a few inches, but he pushes all of that to the back of his mind and revels in the sight of you instead. He wants to see you without the distraction of his own pleasure, he wants to see you get yourself off without worrying about catering to him as well.

“Harry, fuck, I can’t,” You stutter, your voice faltering as pleasure rakes through you and your hands find his shoulders, in need of something solid to grip onto, “Fucking hell.”

He’s studying every detail of your face as you come undone. There’s so much blood flowing in the opposite direction he’s actually starting to feel lightheaded. He’s not sure how much more he can take as you writhe above him, desperately grinding yourself down on him. He lifts his leg up, holding you in place and adding some extra pressure. You’re gasping loudly when he does so, almost falling forward and collapsing against his chest as your whole body tenses.

“Come on love, almost there.” He coaxes, keeping your hips moving for you.

Your face twists up, your mouth falling open, your head tilting back as his name tumbles from your mouth in breathy whispers and he reaches forward, grabbing you around the waist so you don’t fall backwards on the car horn. He pulls you into his chest, burying your face into his shoulder while you’re still heaving desperately for air. He’s grinning like an idiot, tucking your hair behind your ear and leaning over to kiss your pouted lips. You shift in his lap, trying to lean up to meet his mouth again but your knee brushes the bulge in his pants, and he chokes a bit, letting out a throaty groan and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Sorry,” You chuckle, “Want me to-“

“Nope,” He quips, lifting you off of his lap and setting you back down in the passenger seat, sitting his chair back up and starting the car, “Want you in my bed princess, not the backseat of my car.”

As soon as you pull up in front of his apartment, he’s shutting the car off and getting out. You meet him in front of the door, and he doesn’t waste any time grabbing his keys and shoving them in the lock, pressing you up against it.

“Bed. Now.” He says roughly, meeting your eyes and you swallow thickly as he pushes you inside and kicks the door closed behind him.

The edge to his voice reminds you of the absolute pool in your panties and suddenly you’re yanking him to you by the collar of his hardly buttoned shirt and shoving his suit jacket off his shoulders. He’s kicking off his Vans, stumbling over himself as his mouth moves with yours and he tugs his slacks down. He breaks away from your mouth for less than a second to drag your dress off and toss it behind him before capturing your mouth with his once again and walking you backwards until your knees hit the bed.

He’s about to push you against the bed and climb on top of you when you spin the two of you around, throwing him against the mattress instead. His eyes are wild and filled with anticipation as he leans back on his elbows, dressed in nothing but his fucking Spiderman boxers.

“Y/N, what are you-“

“Do you ever shut up?” You mock, using his words from earlier.

That devilish smirk finds its way onto his face as you climb on top of him, straddling him for the third time today. You thread your fingers through his hair and latch your lips back onto his, tugging his hair roughly and eliciting a groan from his lips. You do it a second time and he pulls away from your lips, wincing and gasping.

“You like that, huh?” You grin, “When it hurts?”

His eyes flutter open and his pupils are fully dilated, his irises blown out like you’ve never seen. God he’s loving this. Your fingers trace over the sparrows inked on his chest and he’s nearly shaking, you know he’s just about ready to burst after what happened in the car.

“Is that why you’re all tatted up?” You ask innocently, grinding your hips into his.

“Maybe,” He groans, his voice catching in his throat, “It feels good, the pain.”

You shake your head as you push him the rest of the way down until he’s flat against the mattress. He’s still breathing heavily, gasping every time you touch him and nearly growling as he writhes against the sheets when you finally grab him over his boxers.

“Please god let me fuck you princess, please.” He begs, bucking his hips off the bed to meet your hand.

You can’t help but laugh at his pleading state as you slide his boxers down his legs, your eyes growing wide when you realize the wet spot from his slacks soaked through to them as well. He’s still grabbing at you while you finish undressing yourself, making a show out of easing your soaking panties from out of your slit and dragging them down your legs before undoing the clasp of your bra and flinging it behind you as well.

He hisses as you take him in your hand, leaning over to grab a condom from his bedside table and rolling it over him painstakingly slowly. You tease him, running his tip just over your entrance and the strangled noise that comes pouring out of his mouth is enough to get you off without him even laying a hand on you.

“Fuck, so good,” He pants, his hands thrashing as he tries to decide where to put them, bouncing around from your hips to your thighs to fisting the sheets, “Shit, I can’t, jesus I’m lightheaded.”

It’s so different seeing Harry in a state like this where he can’t even compile a complete sentence. He’s always the one sending you into a frenzy, always spitting out some crude remark that makes your thighs squeeze together, always so eloquently calm, cool, and collected, now reduced to a writhing mess of whimpering underneath you.

You finally give in and slide onto him, your mouth falling open when he glides in so easily, instantly covered in your arousal. He bucks his hips up to fuck into you, his knuckles white as he fists the sheets.

“B-Bleeding hell,” He sputters, squeezing his eyes closed, “God so fucking warm.”

You release the sheets from his hands and put them on your waist instead, wishing he’d wrap his hands around you that tight. He delivers on your wish, digging his fingertips into your skin as he holds you in place and bucks his hips up to meet yours, clearly not satisfied with the pace you’re setting.

You thread your fingers back through his hair and yank harshly, eliciting a moan from his parted lips. That stupid grin finds its way back onto his face as he recovers from it, his eyes fluttering back open.

“Do it again,” He nods, his hands moving from your hips to knead your ass, “Harder.”

Your thighs squeeze around his hips as the words come out of his mouth and you know he’s onto you when he bites his lip as you tug his hair once again. You lurch forward suddenly when his hand meets your ass with a smack.

“Shit, sorry, I thought you’d-“

“Shut the fuck up and do that again.” You pant, cutting him off and leaning forward to give him better access.

“Hang on,” He breathes, easing you off him to which you whine in complaint, “Come on princess, you’re gonna love it.” He grins wickedly.

He shoves you on all fours, yanking your ass back into the air and suddenly you’re thrown back to the first night you met in the upstairs bedroom of that stupid frat party. He leans over you, biting the back of your shoulder as he slides back into you and both of you suck in breaths as he fills you back up.

“Christ, H.” You hiss, reveling in the way you can feel him so much deeper this way.

He doesn’t reply, simply picking up the pace and rubbing his ring covered hands over the swell of your ass. You’re waiting just about as patiently as you can, wiggling your ass in the air and trying to get him to make good on his promise.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” He laughs, pinching your ass playfully as he carefully spins his rings around on his fingers, making sure all of them are facing the palm of his hand instead.

You don’t expect it when it comes, the sudden smack and the delicious sting burning your skin afterwards. You lurch forwards, grinning and begging him to do it again to which he obliges, littering your ass with pretty pink handprints and darker purple bruises in the vague shapes of his initials.

“God, you’re fucking ruining me darling.” He groans, thrusting into you again just as his hand meets your backside and you bite your lip to stifle the sounds threatening to come out of your mouth.

A little heart followed by H S are imprinted all over your sore ass cheeks when he finally collapses against your back with a shout of your name. He kisses the back of your shoulder, gently massaging your stinging ass as you come down from your high, peeling your eyes back open and turning over to meet his gaze.

“You okay?” He asks nervously, taking in the state of your backside.

“Way better than okay.” You laugh, grabbing him by the face and pulling you down to him.

Your lips meet with a smack and you can feel him smiling against your mouth as he lays back down on top of you. You feel the harsh contrast of his rings as his hands roam your skin and your cheeks flush.

You pull away from his lips, quirking your eyebrow up as you meet his eyes, “This doesn’t mean I have to start calling you daddy or anything, does it?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m opposed to the idea.” He shrugs, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“God, fuck off!” You laugh, shoving him off of you and smacking him with a pillow.

Hope you guys enjoyed, I had so much fun writing this honestly I might have to make this a reoccurring chat night thing here on my lil blog

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A dramatic domestic fight? Part 2

Paring : Bucky x reader (wife)

Warnings: alcohol, reckless driving and self loathing.

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She was tired, terribly drained but she wasn't empty yet. She needed to purge the emotions she had stored up within her.

She had to refuel twice and was left with less than 400$. It was when she payed closer attention to the road behind her. She immediately reached for the last burner phone she had bought. Dialing a number she knew by memory she waited for the call to connect.

'You're 20 minutes late!', Ella screeched on the other end.

'Sorry, I was distracted', she apologised in a tender voice.

'Have you been crying', Ella questioned softly.

'No', she lied snorting.

They both were quiet with a quick glance at the rearview mirror so gathered the courage and confirmed. 'I have a tail'.

'What!!', Ella had screamed.

'Who is it?, how long?', all these questions followed.

'Since the last two gas stations', she confessed.

'Has James figured out yet?', she wondered out loud.

'He has a vague idea,' Ella mumbled 'and Henry thinks that you're over reacting', she added guilty.

'So no'

'Nope', Ella popped the 'p'

'Is James home?', she inquired.

'Yeah and so is Steve'. She told her.'having drinks'.

'Ella I don't think that I'd be able to call again', she confessed

'You promised', Ella whined her voice raw clearly worried.

'So did James', she yelled.

'What about the tail, be reasonable', Ella implored.

'It's gone', she lied coolly.

'Don't lie', Ella cried.

But she cut the line before it was too and threw the burner phone out the window without a second thought.

Now on lessons on how to lose a tail by 'Y/N Barnes'

She pressed down on the accelerator unleashing the beast. Putting a worthy distance between the rider and herself. Luckily she was on a road that was empty she reached into the plastic bag and grabbed the neck of sinorita Tequila. She got out and poured the contents of the glassy bottle on the gravel. She waited against the door for the rider to catch up.

She forcefully broke the bottle and placed them on the road and managed to nick her finger only once. Her plain gold band softly reflected the illumination provided by the half moon.

She stood there and though of a name for the rider.Flinn, because his last name was rider. She giggled sadly to herself. She heard the pur of Flinn's bike, instantly she got into the Chiron.

'Alright love, let's do this', she spoke to the car.

Reaching on to the dashboard she picked up the lighter that she had picked out of the console. Waited for it to heat up. It almost scorched her palm when she saw the front light she had only 5 seconds to do this.

5.....She tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

4.... She put her hand holding the heated lighter out the window. Adrenaline pumped through her body. Heart and head.

3...she could make out his figure, crouched over the bike. Deep breath, she reminded herself.

2..She released the lighter.

1. As it fell she drove off, grateful that this fuel chugging beast was capable of going from 0 to 400 in less than 2 seconds. The sacrifice of senotita Tequila had bought her those precious seconds.

'WOAHHHHH! WOOHOOO!', She exclaimed as she drove off into the darkness. Missing that fact that she had zoomed past a board that read welcome to West Virginia.

She didn't look back, not even when she turned on a dirt road and brought the car to a much quieter pace. She didn't want to startle the locals in case someone called on her.

She saw her salvation an old barn. A Barnes in a barn.

She quietly parked the now almost empty of fuel car on the side and walked up to the typical American white washed porch with rocking chairs. She ran her hands over her cloths and reached to knock on the door.

'Now, you gimme' a good reason to not have your brains over me porch', threatened an old woman holding a shotgun. She had been expecting this sort of welcome.

Back in New York her name would have been enough to grant her anything and everything. Heads would turn and people would do anything requested by 'Mrs.Barnes'. But she couldn't use that name in a situation like hers currently.

'Good evening Madam, my name is Ella', she lied in a British accent.

'I don't care what your name is', spat the woman. 'Reason!', she loaded the gun.

'I'm being persuaded by a hooligan on a bike, their entire gang actually', She spoke the truth.

'Not good enough', the woman had aimed.

'I have money and a fancy bottle of scotch, they wanted the money and then do unspeakable things to me', she averted her eyes for the dramatic effect clutching her front.

'How much?', the older woman sounded bored.

'Four hundred dollars Madam', she supplied.

'And....',

'And a bottle of scotch', She signed. James and her could share the other one.

'Done', the woman agreed never taking her aim off the woman standing before her. She quickly performed a quick check to see if anyone else was with her.

'Can I use the bathroom?', She asked politely.

'Fine, to the right', permitted the woman as she shut the door after the woman who had introduced herself as Ella walked in.

'Ma'am, my car is outside can I put it in the barn for the night?', She almost begged.

'Where will you sleep?', the older woman was annoyed.

'In my car', as she had originally intented to.

'Get me the money and the alcohol then you can do those', grumbled the old woman settling in a sofa. That sank a few inches.

'Yes ma'am', with that she dashed away.

She had given the old woman who's name was Lulabell Jackson, the money and the alcohol. Lulabell was confused upon seeing the bottle but grinned and shut the door in the woman's face. No thank you no nothing.

She had last checked the time in Lulabell's house it was 3: 11. She had been driving for 7 and a half hours. No wonder her knees and eyes stung as if she had survived the attack of a few Hornets.

As she took her shoes off, and reclined the seat back she thanked the car for the services it had rendered. Placed her feet up onto the dashboard and reached into her bag to pull out a smaller bottle of alcohol.

As she finished the bottle half way the tears were now in full flow, newer ones followed old ones. 'You are so stupid', she had blamed herself countless times.

'Maybe he doesn't desire me anymore, It has been a month since we last fucked', she wanted to hit herself but drinking seemed more interesting. Finally when she could talk and cry no longer. She curled into her side. Stomach queasy with the lack of food.

'I love James', she admited softly to herself as she stroked the seat almost imagining her James sitting across her.

'I am stupid and I will go back because I love him and he might accept me because he might still love me', she assured herself. She lifted her head to see the time on the fluorescence dial of a clock on the wooden wall of the barn. Fifteen minutes to 4 AM. Without another though she passed out cold. Letting sleep embrace her to replenish and perhaps heal.

Part 3 will be uploaded soon. Let me know what you think.

Katy

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soulspideys · 7 years

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the delivery - dad!tom holland

summary: while in atlanta for shooting, y/n is heavily pregnant with tom’s baby. pretty easy to guess what happens next.

notes: gif not mine this is totally inspired by the office lmao. i’m thinking of making dad!tom a series?? so let me know if you want to see that????

It was a warm day. Tom and Harrison were in tank tops, lounging on the balcony, and Harry was in the pool. You were at the picnic table, a hand resting on your swollen abdomen, shades across your eyes.

“Watch this!” Harry flipped into the pool, sending up a huge splash.

“Boooo!” Tom called down to his brother.

“Two out of ten, not my spider-man!” Harrison added to the mocking. Harry shook his wet locks out of his eyes, sending two middle fingers upwards towards the balcony. You chuckled lightly.

As Harry continued swimming, Tom and Harrison made their way downstairs. Tom pushed open the sliding glass door, stepping outside and rubbing your back soothingly while pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Harrison sat with his feet in the pool, calling out numbers every time Harry jumped in the pool.

“You okay?” Tom asked gently.

“A little uncomfortable,” You sighed. “But I’m nine months pregnant, so that’s to be expected.”

“I’m sorry, love.” He began to massage your shoulders. “I wish I could erase your pain.”

“Me too,” you mumbled, leaning into him. “Though that massage is a good start.”

He chuckled lightly, pressing another kiss to your hair. Suddenly, you gave a soft groan, wincing as your abdomen tensed. You planted your feet, leaning forward for a few moments before sighing.

“Babe?” Tom was on his knees in front of you, his eyebrows knit with concern. “y/n, what’s wrong?” He gasped softly and his mouth made a perfect O. “Is it a contraction?”

“Yeah, just a little one--”

“Oh my god!”

You placed a hand over your eyes as Tom jumped to his feet, his eyes wide and his breathing panicked. One would think he was the pregnant one in the couple.

“Wait wait wait -- this is your first one? The books all said to wait till they were every five to seven minutes, right? How long has it been?”

“Tom, calm down,” you laughed. “I’m okay, really. Trust me, you’ll be the first to hear of more contractions.”

Tom visibly relaxed, but he still kept his eyes trained on you. He sat down across from you, occasionally calling out to his brother and best friend, but he was obviously on edge. Your second contraction happened a little less than half an hour later.

“Ooooof!” you groaned, scrunching up her face slightly at the pain. Tom drummed his fingers nervously on the table, and his leg was jogging.

For the next four hours, your contractions continued to grow closer and more intense. When Harry got out of the pool and Harrison declared he was hungry, you all moved inside. Tom explained the situation, and the three boys piled pillows up on the couch so that you could rest while still having your back supported.

“What sounds good for dinner?” Harry asked, coming out of the walk in closet as he threw a shirt on.

Harrison caught your eye and glanced at Tom, who was pacing in front of the couch. He was driving you crazy with his fretting.

“Tom, can you go get us...?” Harrison trailed off, gesturing for you to state what sounded best.

Your mind raced with what was farthest or what traffic would be worst. “Sushi. From that little place, you know, the local--”

“Yeah, sushi! You know the place!” Harrison looked pointedly at Tom.

Tom’s eyes flashed with panic. “Th-that’s gonna take a while. Surely something closer would be better?”

“No, that’s what the baby wants. She’s making her cravings loud and clear.” You patted your belly.

“We’ll take good care of her, mate,” Harrison assured him.

“Yeah, I’m kind of excited to be an uncle, surprising as that is.” Harry patted his brother on the shoulder.

Teetering as though he wanted to say no, Tom finally snatched his keys and jacket from beside the door. “Alright, I’ll be quick as I can. Text me your orders.”

He shut the door behind him, and you relaxed into the pillows. “Thanks, Haz. He was driving me crazy. You’d think he was the one giving birth!”

“Can we get you anything?” Harry offered, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“No, I just need to wait it out. Maybe turn on the tv -- oof.”

“How long has it been?” Harrison turned to Harry, his eyes wide.

“Uh, uh, I don’t--”

“Ten minutes,” you said, puffing your cheeks and exhaling slowly. “We’re getting closer. Aren’t we, little one?” You patted your belly again, imagining the baby safely inside.

By the time Tom returned with sushi, they were down to eight minutes. Harrison was sitting in an armchair, keeping one eye on you; Harry stood by the kitchen counter.

“What are we at?” Tom asked, shoving the bag into Harry’s arms and rushing over to kneel beside you.

“Eight,” Harrison told him. “She’s doing fine.”

“Sh-should we go to the hospital, then?” Tom glanced between all three of you.

“Five to seven, dear,” you sighed, your head throbbing.

When the contractions reached seven, however, you were beginning to feel less calm. Tom was squatted in front of the couch, his eyes trained on the telly and his ears on his pregnant partner. When he heard your harsh inhale, he shot up and grabbed his phone.

“Six minutes, thirty nine seconds! That’s five to seven, time to go. Harry, you start my car; Harrison, you help y/n, I have to go grab our baby bag and then I’ll be right there, this is time, oh my god, it’s happening--”

“Stop!”

The three boys froze from where they had begun to move. Your breathing was quick, sweat beading your brow.

“Love,” Tom said gently. “This is it, we’ve prepared for this. It’s time to welcome the little one, and we can’t do that without you.”

Harrison rubbed your back soothingly. You gnawed on your bottom lip. You glanced at Tom, meeting his eyes and blurted out, “I can’t do this. What were we thinking? This is your baby, Tom, people are going to have names for her before we do, she’ll never be normal--”

“She?”

Your mouth fell open. Tom’s eyes shone, and the corners of his mouth were tugging upwards. He took your hands in his, kneeling down.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed. “I know you wanted it to be a surprise, I couldn’t wait any more.”

“We’re having a little girl?’

“Yes.”

“Oh my god. I’m gonna be a dad. With a little girl.” He wrapped his arms around you, letting out a breathy laugh. He pulled back, his eyes shining with joyful tears.

“Yeah,” you nodded. Then you clenched up your face in pain, opening your mouth in a silent groan.

“Wait, that one was way quicker, what time are we at?” Tom still held your hands, but snapped his head towards Harry.

The younger Holland lunged for the coffee table, picking up Tom’s phone. He stared at it briefly before turning it and showing it to the others. “Four and a half minutes.”

“Okay, darling, time to go. That’s past the recommended time, the hospital awaits!”

“Tom, no, I can’t, I’m not ready--”

Despite your protests, Tom and Harrison each wedged themselves under an armpit and helped you to your feet. You cried out as you felt a small pop and a fluid began to stain your pants. You looked at Tom in panic. “My water broke!”

Harry threw open the front door, allowing the three of you to shuffle past. Then he followed, easily dodging around you and unlocking the car.

“Who’s driving?” He asked.

“You!” Tom snapped. “Someone! Just go, go, go!”

Harrison sat shotgun, and Tom sat in the back with you. Harry pulled out, instantly flooring it. You cried out in alarm, and Tom shouted, “Slow down!”

“Tom,” you whispered, your breathing quick and frightened. “I’m not ready for this.”

“Yes you are. You are going to be the best mother, and this is going to be the best baby.”

“But my mother, she never wanted--”

“And as soon as you’re recovered, we are going to get married.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Wh-what?”

“I love you, y/n. I’ve been wanting to prove it for a while. Your mum won’t have to hate the baby, because we’re going to get married -- if you’ll have me.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Yes, Tom, of course! Oh my god, I love y-- ooh!”

“Three minutes!” Tom announced.

“Take that exit!” Harrison pointed, directing Harry.

Harry swerved, and several cars honked behind you. As the contraction faded, you gripped Tom’s hand tight. “I’m scared, Tom.”

“Me too.”

You smiled at him as Harry pulled up to the curb of the hospital. Harrison jumped out of the car, pulling open your door. You grabbed his hand, staggering outside.

“Come on, love, almost there.”

The doctors instantly escorted the three of you into a room. As you climbed uncomfortably onto the bed, your breathing coming quicker now, Tom’s phone rang. He took a few steps back, pulling it out before glancing at you in alarm.

“It’s Jon.”

“Answer it!” Harrison said, still helping you adjust yourself on the table.

Tom glanced at you once more before putting the phone to his ear. “Hey, Jon. What? Oh, my god... um, one second.” He pulled it away. “He needs me on set -- right now.”

“What!?” You stared at Tom. “Don’t you dare, Tom Holland.”

“He says it’s really important!”

“You can’t leave!”

Tom’s mouth opened and closed silently for a minute before blurting, “But I’m -- I’m Spider-Man!”

“Oh my god, and I’m having your child! Spider-Man can wait a few hours!”

“Okay, okay, let me think... I’m just gonna step out and talk to him -- hey, Jon, yeah, I’m here.”

“Tell him I’m literally pushing your baby out of my vagina as we speak!” you hollered after him as he stepped out of the room.

“Here, I’ll talk to him,” mumbled Harrison, but you grabbed his arm.

“No! You’re staying, I can’t do this alone.”

Harrison paused but eventually nodded. “Alright.”

Tom came jogging back in three or four minutes later. You were now wearing a hospital robe, and doctors were prepping you. He grabbed your hand. “I told Jon and sent Harry.”

“Oh, thank god. I can’t do this without you.”

“Okay, you’re fully dilated. Almost time to start pushing,” the doctor told you.

Harrison was holding your other hand, but his eyes were directed to the ceiling. You were panting and sweating, but a small smile teased your lips. “I can do this,” you gasped. “Got my doctors, got my boys -- this will be fine.”

Harrison smiled weakly at that, but his eyes remained glued to the ceiling tiles. Tom pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline.

“My daughter’s a big fan, by the way,” one of the doctors told Tom. He pulled on his gloves as Tom blushed, smiling nervously.

“Ready, miss? Okay, one, two, three -- push!”

Two sweaty hours later, your head fell back as you felt the baby kick your thigh on her way out. The doctor picked her up, and you briefly closed your eyes in exhaustion. When they opened again, the doctor was holding your baby towards you, wrapped up in a towel.

“Oh, my god...” Tom’s eyes gleamed with unshed tears as you took the baby, releasing Harrison and Tom’s hands.

Harrison leaned over, a gentle smile on his face. Tom’s hand hovered over the baby girl as though scared to touch her. Tears fell from your eyes as you smiled down at her. “Hey, sweetie.”

“Hey, darling,” Tom breathed.

“That’s your dad,” you told the baby, who’s eyes were surprisingly wide and attentive. “Hold her, Tom.”

Gently, as though she were made of glass, Tom lifted the baby into the crook of his arm, smiling through his tears. “Oh, you’re beautiful. You have your mum’s eyes. Oh, hello, darling....”

You could feel yourself fading. You heard Tom murmuring gently to the baby, saying things like, “That’s uncle Harrison. You can call him uncle Haz. He’s not really your uncle, but he might as well be. Uncle Harry is your real uncle; he can hardly wait to see you, but he’s not here right now.”

“Hey, Tom,” called Harrison softly, gesturing to you. Tom turned, coming back over and shifting his daughter so that he could brush your hair off your forehead.

“Go to sleep, love. She’ll be well taken care of.”

“Is she okay?” you breathed, your lids heavy.

“She’s beautiful.”

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samsexualdeancurious · 7 years

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Day Twenty-Nine

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Cas x Reader

Rating; Mature

Words: 2,033

Prompt: “Imagine Dean/Sam/Cas being so relieved that you’re okay after a particularly nasty hunt that he starts crying” from @teamfreewillimagines

Warnings: Hurt!Reader

Dean-

“Hey, ghost!” you shout. “Over here!”

The ghost whirls, swinging one arm around, and suddenly the nine foot grand piano is sliding across the floor towards you at a much faster pace than you could ever dodge.

Shoot.

The piano slams into you, pushing you with it until it- and, by extension, you- hits a wall. But it doesn’t stop. The ghost gets an intense look of concentration and the piano begins to push against you, obviously attempting to crush you.

You feel ribs cracking and shout for Dean. The pain is intense as those ribs continue to break, the broken ends digging into places they shouldn’t, judging by the feeling. You can’t stop the cries of pain that fall from your lips, even as it begins to draw you down into unconsciousness. Through the dark fuzziness covering you vision, you can see Dean desperately trying to fend off items the ghost is throwing in his direction.

“Dean,” you gasp, and then the world goes black.

“Y/N!” Dean shouts, swinging his shotgun and finally managing to land a shot on the ghost. “Sammy, find that locket!”

“I’ve got it.”

“Well, burn it and come help me!”

He scrambles across the room and begins attempting to pull the piano away from you. He hears the screech of a burning ghost, and then Sam is stomping into the room.

“Y/N!” he says, running to join his brother. Together they manage to push the piano away enough to get to you. Dean gathers you in his arms, carrying you to the middle of the floor.

“Y/N?” he says, carefully checking you over. You don’t stir, even when he presses on the clearly broken lower half of your ribcage. “Sammy, we’ve got to get her to a hospital.”

Sam drives. Dean sits in the passenger seat, trying not to panic. He knows driving would have distracted him from the fear he’s feeling, but he couldn’t bring himself to let anyone else hold you on the way to the hospital. They probably weren’t supposed to move you, but the abandoned house they were at was a good forty-five minutes away from the hospital. Sam got them there in fifteen, somehow avoiding the police in the process.

Dean bursts into the emergency room, Sam having gone to park the car, and shouts for help. Several nurses scurry over, two dragging a gurney with them. He stumbles through a made up story about something falling on you and reluctantly lets them wheel you away.

When Sam finally enters the room, Dean is slumped in a chair, staring helplessly at the floor. A nurse is seated next to him asking questions. Sam quickly takes over, leading the nurse away so Dean can have some space.

You’re very pale on the hospital bed. Sam is listening intently to what the doctor has to say. After several hours, a surgery, and then recovery time, you were finally cleared for visitors. Apparently the bottom four ribs on each side were snapped in several places and both your lungs were punctured in the process. The doctor commended Dean on his quick thinking- there was no way an ambulance would have gotten there in time.

The doctor leaves and Sam joins Dean by your bed. “They have her in a medically induced coma,” he explains. “But she’s going to be fine. They’ll wake her up in a few days.”

Dean nods.

“I’m going to run back to the motel for a shower and clean clothes. You want anything?”

“No.”

“Alright. I’ll be back.”

As soon as Sam’s gone, Dean collapses into a chair and cries tears of sheer relief. You’re going to be okay.

Sam-

The vampire pins you to the wall, smiling cruelly and rubbing his nose along the line of your neck.

“Smell so good,” he murmurs. “Bet you taste just as good.”

You open your mouth to scream, but he quickly takes advantage and stuffs a dirty rag inside. You gag on the taste.

“That’s better,” he says. “Can’t have you making too much noise. It would bring your hunter friends running and interrupt my meal. I hate getting interrupted.”

You catch a glimpse of fangs, and then a sharp pain explodes through your neck. you scream through the gag.

The vampire hums to himself as he drinks, a light, lilting tune that feels oddly familiar. You struggle, but it’s no use. You’re only getting weaker. Your vision is fuzzy and you feel dizzy.

The last thing you’re aware of is Sam shouting your name.

Sam swings the machete with a roar, taking off the head of the nearest vampire. He can see you going limp in the grip of the nest leader and sees red.

He plows through the nest, faintly aware of Dean by his side. The nest leader drops you when Sam reaches him, bringing a hand up to wipe his mouth.

“Oh, is this yours?” he chuckles, gesturing to you. “Too bad. Finders, keepers.”

“Shut up,” Sam growls, already swinging the machete.

The body falls to the floor, head rolling away, but Sam doesn’t notice. He’s lifting you in his arms and running to the car, shouting for Dean to clean up while he gets you to a hospital.

Twelve hours, twenty-six stitches, and eight blood transfusions later, Sam is sitting by your hospital bed. The doctor assure him you’ll wake soon, but that doesn’t do anything to erase the fear. He sits with spread legs, elbows on his knees and his chin resting on his hands. His eyes are locked on your face.

A soft knock at the door breaks him from his thoughts. He turns to see Dean.

“How’s she doing?” the older Winchester asks.

“The doctor says she’ll be fine,” Sam says. “Dizzy and really tired for the next few days, but fine. She should wake up soon.”

Dean nods, walking around to the other side of your bed. He uses tender fingers to brush a stray hair off your forehead.

“I brought you a change of clothes,” Dean says, holding out the bag in his hand. “Figured if you looked half as bad as I did, you would want it.”

“Thanks,” Sam sighs, taking the bag. He reluctantly goes down the hall to the bathroom, where he cleans up the best he can and changes into the clothes Dean brought. He does feel better, being clean- well, sort of clean- but only a little better.

He quickly returns to your room, arriving in team to see you begin to stir. His heart leaps to his throat and he rushes to your bedside, taking your hand in his.

“Y/N?” he says quietly, willing you to open your eyes.

You let out a soft sound and turn your head towards his voice. Dean leaves over your bed expectantly.

Finally, your eyes flicker open a little. Sam mentally cheers you on.

“S’m?” you mumble.

He slumps into his chair with a relieved sob. He hadn’t realized he was crying until now. Your eyes are hazy, but awake and open and seeing him. You smile fondly, curling your fingers around his.

“Y/N,” he breathes, lifting your hand to his mouth. “You’re okay.”

“I’m going to give you two a moment and go find a nurse,” Dean says before slipping out of the room.

As soon as he’s gone, Sam lets himself break down. Sobs wrack his body. You gently tug him closer, drawing him up onto the bed with you. He wraps you in his arms and cries.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your hair.

You smile, laying your head against his chest. “I love you, too.”

Cas-

The Demon circles you. You clench your arms, testing the ropes.

“There’s no getting out,” he tells you. “I know you hunters and your tricks. You’re mine now.”

You glare at him through the gag, praying silently for Cas as you do so.

“Let her go.”

The Demon smirks, turning to face the Angel. “Right on time, Angel,” he purrs.

He snaps his fingers and a ring of holy fire springs up around Cas, effectively trapping the Angel. Cas growls low in his throat, gripping his Angel blade.

“Enjoy the show,” the Demon says with a harsh laugh before whipping out a knife and dragging the tip along the inside of your arm.

You scream through the gag, eyes locked on Cas. Your angelic boyfriend looks ready to explode, but he’s helpless to do anything but watch.

The Demon chuckles, switching to the other arm. You manage to hold back the scream this time, tears welling up in your eyes. You’re no stranger to pain, but this? This is a whole new level.

“You like that?” The Demon says. “It’s my specialty. A simple potion, really. See, I was a witch in another life.”

The next cut is placed along the line of your collarbone, accompanied by a matching one on the other side. You whimper and close your eyes, tears streaking your face.

After hours of torture, Cas watches in horror as you go limp against the chains holding you against the wall. He fired off a text a while back, giving Dean his location, Hopefully the Winchesters are on their way and will arrive soon. He’s not sure you can hang on much longer

“Shame,” the Demon sighs, tapping the bloody knife against his chin. “It’s not as much fun after they pass out.”

“Leave her alone,” Cas snarls, pacing the circle. “You’ve had your fun. Now let us go.”

“Mmm, I don’t think I will. See, I have plans. She’ll wake up, and then we’ll start again.”

“No, you won’t.”

The Demon whirls in time for Dean to stab him in the heart with the demon killing blade. He lets out a choked sound, flickering orange as the blade burns through his essence, and then goes limp.

“Hey, Cas,” Sam says, putting out the holy fire. “Sorry we couldn’t get here sooner.”

“You’re here now,” Cas replies, practically running across the room to where Y/N is. Dean is already working on picking the locks on your manacles. Cas unlocks them with a touch and catches you in his arms. He lowers you to the floor, lifting a hand to press his fingers to your forehead. His Grace glows and he watches your wounds heal.

“She gonna be okay?” Dean asks, crouching beside Cas.

Cas nods, tenderly pushing your hair out of your face. “She’ll be fine. I’m going to take her back to the Bunker. Will you two be fine getting back on your own?”

“Yeah, get her home,” Sam says. “We have the Impala. You two are going to need some time. We’ll take the long way.”

“Thank you.” Cas scoops you up in his arms and flies you straight to the room you share with him in the Bunker. He carefully lays you on the bed. As he stares down at your sleeping form, he finds his eyes prickling in an unfamiliar manner. When he rubs them, his hands come away wet and he realizes he’s crying. He’s never cried before. It’s a strange sensation.

He sits on the edge of the bed and gently strokes your hair, finding himself unable to stop crying. It seems the relief stemming from you being okay is spilling over in the form of tears.

You stir, turning your face to nuzzle against his wrist. He smiles, despite the tears, and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone.

“Y/N,” he says quietly.

“Hmm?” you murmur, eyelids flickering.

A sob rips itself from his chest and he leans down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Y/N,” he breathes.

“What happened?” you ask, eyes opening. Your brow furrows and you lift a hand to his face. “Cas, you’re crying.”

“I can’t seem to stop it,” he explains.

You push yourself into a sitting position. “Cas, I’m okay.”

“I know. That’s why I’m crying.”

“That’s why- oh!” You smile fondly and pull him in for a kiss. “You’re the best.”

He blushes. “I certainly strive to be.”

“Well, you succeed.”

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thewinsisterchronicles · 7 years

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One Hell of a Hunter

Summary: Tired of Sam and Dean keeping her away from other hunters and hunting in general, she tries her own hand at it- solo. It was going well- just as she had planned- until it didn’t. Not that it was her fault… Word Count: 2060 Warnings: mild swearing, mild violence A/N: so I wrote this at midnight so not that late but im not totally in one mindset right now also this is so long that’s what she said (sorry) but let me know if you like them long or short so I can cater to your every need

SIDENOTE: holy shit???? 40 fucking followers??? Thank you guys soo much!!!!!!

Y/N tiptoed quietly as she walked up the bunker stairs, bag of hunting supplies on her back. She had found a case nearby- nothing too big, just some vamps the next town over- and decided she could handle it without the boys. They were out in Utah working a case with some other hunter, taking out a small witch coven. They left the other day, and weren’t supposed to be back until two days from now. She had loads of time.

Clambering to the top of the steps, she swung open the bunker door. Y/N decided to take Dorothy’s bike- which was already parked outside, waiting for her- to the nest, which she had already scoped out the night before. She had done her research, went over the police files a hundred times, and even managed to hack into the cameras at the police station while eating Oreos in her bed. Y/N was ready, prepared, and full of adrenaline.

Truly, it wasn’t fair that she was left behind. She was a good hunter- hell, she was a great hunter- but her brothers wanted her staying put in the bunker. Y/N had gone on more dangerous hunts before, worked with other hunters before, and walked away alive. Usually.

When she tried to bring this up to Dean, well… it didn’t go over as smoothly as she imagined. Of course, she knew he’d be tough to crack, but she figured she’d at least have Sam to back her up.

“Dean,” Y/N heave a sigh, irritated. “I’ve gone through worse-”

“Yes,” he grunted, shoving clothes into his bag. “I’m aware. You’ve told me a hundred times. It’s not that I doubt your skills, it’s just- well, you know I don’t like you around other hunters.”

“I know,” she pleaded, passing him his shotgun. “But I can handle myself. Besides, nobody would dare to try anything on ‘Sam and Dean’s little sister.’ You scare them too much.”

“Good,” he grumbled.

“Listen- Sam!” she called through the bunker. He was there in an instant.

“What?” he asked hesitantly. “You okay?”

“Well, there seems to be a thorn in my side,” Y/N gritted out. “And he won’t let me come along.”

“Oh, give me a break, Y/N,” Dean heaved out a breath. “You’re not coming, final.” Y/N heard Sam sigh.

“Sam-” she coaxed. “You know-”

“Yes, I know you can take care of yourself,” he agreed. “But Dean’s got a point. I’m not too eager on you coming along. It’s safer here.”

“Traitor,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Sorry,” he ruffled her hair. Kissing the top of her head, the two of them left. She briefly heard the rumble of the impala before opening her laptop.

“If you won’t let me hunt with you,” she smirked. “Then I guess I’ll just have to go on my own.”

After driving for an hour and breaking every speed limit there was, she arrived. She walked around to the back door. It faced the sun, so she figured if she had to ran- which she wouldn’t, she was certain- she could sprint back out the back door, into the sunlight, and either gank them there or leave them burning in the sun and… well, the plan would work, so it didn’t matter anyways.

Double checking that her machete was stuck in its holster, extra knife in her jacket and boot, she silently crept out back.

I’ll show them, she thought. I’m just as tough, just as smart, just as quick as they are.

“Y/N?” Dean called out into the bunker. “Y/N, we’re back early! Where are you?” He frowned. Usually, she was either in the kitchen or the library when they came back. He felt bad about leaving her, but it was for her safety. He didn’t like her around other hunters, and he already was against her hunting. Of course, though, there wasn’t much he could do. She was a Winchester, through and through.

“Y/N?” Sam called out behind him. “Dean, have you seen-”

“No,” he replied quickly. Looking at his brother, they both pulled out their guns and moved throughout the bunker.

Sam entered the kitchen, checking for Y/N. He was about to turn and leave when something caught his eye.

Y/N’s phone.

“Dean!” he called. Within a couple seconds, his older brother was in the room. He looked pointedly at Sam.

“What?” he asked sharply. “Where is she?”

“No, but look at this.” Sam tucked his gun in his pants before reaching onto the table. He picked up Y/N’s phone. They both frowned. “Dean, Y/N never- and I mean never- leaves her phone alone.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “The only time she’d even consider it is when-”

“-she’s hunting,” Sam finished for him. Their faces dropped. “Damn it, kid.”

“Didn’t Clark say there was a vamp case around here?” Dean dragged a hand down his face. “Oh, she’s really going to get it.”

“The hunter’s name was Kent,” Sam frowned. “And, yeah. Apparently there’s a case over in Wichita. Vamps, I think-”

“We’re going right now,” Dean grunted, storming out to the impala. Sam sighed heavily, following close in pursuit.

Silently, Y/N walked through the back door. Her blade was held high, body tense as she crept through the warehouse. Peering into the open space, she saw five vamps- all asleep, thank Chuck- and a hostage. Without a sound, she covered her hand over the hostage’s mouth. The girl looked up with frightened eyes, starting to rustle, before Y/N shushed her.

“Woah, hey,” she whispered, keeping one hand on her mouth. She put down the knife. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m getting you out of here, okay? But I need you need to be quiet. Can you do that for me?” The girl nodded, letting out a breath of relief. Y/N made quick work of her bindings, deftly getting her out of the warehouse in less than two minutes. That’s gotta be a personal best, she smirked to herself. Now for the fun part.

She turned around, prepared to take action, when she saw a flicker of movement in the next room. After a moment, she decided to take out the easy targets. Less work for later.

She had just lobbed off the second vampire head when a bucket clattered in the other room. Whipping her head around, she tried to locate the source of the noise. Unfortunately, so did the other vamps.

Within a moment, they were surrounding her, hunger gleaming in their eyes. The first one tried to lunge at her, but she kicked his abdomen, sending him toppling into the next vamp. Y/N turned to brace for the third vampire, but was knocked to the ground.

Then she heard the grunts.

In the corner of her eyes, she saw two others fighting with the remaining vamps. She tried to make out faces, but the vampire sitting on top of her was priority number one at the moment. Y/N writhed under him, making the monster on top of her scowl.

“Hold still, bitch,” he snarled.

“Been told that once or twice,” she smirked, thrusting her hips up. He was thrown off balance for a moment, but that was all Y/N needed. Flipping so that she was on top of him now, she reached for her blade- only to find her holster empty. Trying to buy herself time, she punched him square in the nose.

“Y/N!” the taller figure called out. How does he know my name? she questioned as she sliced the vamp’s head clean off. And why does he sound like…

Shit.

Wiping the blood off her face, she tenderly touched a cut on her collarbone. She didn’t remember getting cut. Frowning, she stood. Slowly, Y/N turned to the figures.

“Hey,” she said nervously, scuffing her boot on the ground. “So, you’re probably a little upset-”

“I’m a little more than a ‘little upset,’” Dean’s gruff voice half shouted. “Y/N, I told you to stay in the bunker. The whole point was that you’d be safe. Out of harm’s way. Not running half-assed into some vamps nest you stumbled upon! You’re… you’re grounded until… till Sam cuts his hair!”

“Excuse me-” Sam asked, mortified.

“Dean,” Y/N said through clenched teeth. “I am safe. I’ve got all my limbs, I’m alive, and I most certainly did not run into this vamps nest ‘half-assed.’ I did research, I watched interrogations, I snuck into the coroner’s office and examined the corpse. I knew what I was getting into.”

“Y/N,” Sam intervened. “You are not alright. You’re bleeding. “

“I’m fine,” Y/N insisted, heading out towards the back door.

“Damn it, Y/N,” Dean growled as the followed her outside. “You’re so stuck up! You can’t even follow a simple order? This is why we don’t take you hunting with us.”

“Oh,” she laughed coldly. “Right, I’m the stuck up, the one who can’t take an order. Dean, I’m one hell of a hunter. I’ve had the best train me. I know you don’t like the idea of me hunting, but it’s real and it’s happening, so you could at least support me through it so I don’t kick the can sooner rather than later!”

“Y/N,” Sam stated. “That aside, you can’t just go out and hunt on your own. It’s dangerous.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I know, Sam. But you two already had a case lined up, and I was going to give it to another hunter- honest- but then that didn’t pan out and, well… I mean, someone had to stop them. I wasn’t going to wait what was supposed to be a week for you two knuckleheads to show up. So, I decided a couple of vamps weren’t that hard, I’d be in and out in less than 20 minutes. Of course,” she eyed the boys suspiciously. “That plan didn’t turn out well, because someone decided to wake them up!”

“C’mon, Sammy,” Dean shoved his younger brother, holding back a smile. “Way to mess up the hunt.” Sam gave Dean the classic bitchface before returning to Y/N.

“We just want you to be safe,” he reassured her. Dean nodded, sullen.

“I am safe,” Y/N sighed. “I’m just tired of you guys treating me like I can’t handle myself. It’s not like I’m going out to hunt wendigo in the woods by myself. I just… wanted to play ball when you guys benched me.”

“Y/N,” Dean rolled his eyes playfully. “You don’t even watch sports. How the hell do you know what that even means?”

“You don’t get laid; doesn’t mean you don’t know what sex is,” she replied smoothly, walking over to where she stashed Dorothy’s bike. Sam laughed, following a stuttering Dean who was trying to make a witty comeback.

“It’s still dangerous,” he finally responded. Y/N sighed, turning to face them.

“I know it is,” she said softly. “But I’m doing it; whether that be behind your backs or not is up to you. I’d really like your help, though.”

They sighed unanimously, emitting a small giggle from Y/N. They glared, which only made her laugh harder.

“You two are just adorable, you know,” she teased. Dean rolled his eyes as Sam playfully elbowed her.

“You’re still grounded,” Dean sighed. Y/N looked at him with anticipation in her eyes.

“Does this mean you’ll let me hunt?” she asked, hopefully.

“Never on your own, and never if we think it’s too much for any of us,” he conditioned.

“Promise,” Y/N nodded eagerly. “I don’t like hunting without your running commentary, anyways.”

Dean rolled eyes yet again. He pulled her in for a quick hug before pulling back.

“How’d you get here, anyways?” he questioned. “You didn’t hitchhike-”

“What? No!” she assured him. “I’ve got my own ride.” Y/N sauntered over to where she had hidden the motorcycle in some bush, and had just sat on the bike when she heard him.

“Y/N,” Sam hollered as Dean looked at her, a mix of awe and rage in his eyes.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Riding back to the bunker, dumbass,” she retorted as she struck up the kickstand.

“Yes,” he sighed. “But you’re riding Dorothy’s bike! Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“That’s part of the fun,” she winked. “Race you home?”

“You’re on, kid,” Dean grinned. Sam sighed, exasperated.

“You two are a lost cause,” he muttered to nobody in particular.

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Beach Vacation [MF]

The sand is hot on my feet. I feel it between my toes. I look ahead to see the endless blue waves of the Pacific ocean. I close my eyes and hear the crashing white noise. The tide is coming in. I hear the seafoam fizzing as the waves creep closer to my legs. I lean down to roll up my light blue jeans. I take a step toward the ocean. The water rushes over my feet. I brace for the cold. My toes curl in the sand. Another step forward, the water meets my jeans soaking where I had rolled them. I look out towards the horizon, the sky is turning pink now as the sun starts to set. I see a larger wave coming in the distance. It hits my legs rising above my knees momentarily. My trance breaks and I look down to see my jeans soaked. At this point, I don’t really care. I take another step into the ocean. The water is past my waist now. The cold is refreshing. I can feel it wash the sweat from my legs. I close my eyes and take in the feeling. Another step forward. I lay back in the water feeling it cleanse my body. I float in the Pacific ocean moving with the waves. “You ok hun?” I turn to see Olive standing on the beach watching me with a confused look on her face. I stand upright in the sand. I look down at myself. My jeans are soaked as well as my white t-shirt, I can see my tan skin through the fabric. “Yeah...the water is nice,” I say, realizing how stupid this must look. I wade my way back to the sand and grab the towel she holds out for me. She laughs under her breath as I stand uncomfortably in my wet clothes. “I’ll get you some pants,” she says walking toward my car parked in the sand behind us. I strip down and sit watching the seagulls fly off in the distance. The pink sky paints them in an evening glow. I lift my arm extending my fingers watching them shake as I stretch. The sand feels warm against my body. I close my eyes realizing how tired I am. I feel for my pockets making sure nothing fell into the ocean. I pull out a lighter and an Altoid tin I use to store a half-smoked joint, which is still amazingly dry. I put it to my lips and light it inhaling deeply until I feel the smoke tickle the back of my throat. I hold it in until I almost cough and then exhale slowly. I lay back and wait. // “Where to next?” I ask Olive. “Don’t know, south I guess,” she says. “I’m getting tired though.” “I’ve been tired,” I say. “Probably shouldn’t drive...” She laughed “Shut up, you hate when I drive.” “Because you’re a bad driver.” She looked at me with an over exaggerated “excuse me?” look on her face. “I’m just joking.” She smiled, “I know.” I look up and smile at her. She moved her blond hair out of her face and stares back at me. The red in the white of her eyes contrasts with their blue color. “Are you sober yet?” she asks. Suddenly the question pulls me out of inebriation. It's a weird feeling to suddenly become sober when you forget you’re high. “I am now. Unfortunately.” I rub the stubble growing on my face and sigh. “Micha…” Olive looks down at her lap. “Can we talk, I just feel like you have a lot to say.” Her tone is giving me anxiety. “What happened to your dad?” I inhale deeply. “I don’t really know where to start.” She gives me a comforting smile. “He killed himself,” I say. “Do you want to talk about it?” She gives me a concerned look. “Be serious for me,” she squeezes my thigh, “just for a minute.” “I don’t like to think about it.” “I know but that shits too heavy for you to carry alone.” Olive looked at me as if to signal me to continue. “How long have we been dating Micah, you can tell me anything.” I stayed silent. She sighed. “What about your mom, how did she die.” “Car crash.” She stared at me waiting for more information. “My mom raised me alone,” I brushed my hands through my coarse hair. “She worked two jobs.” “Was your dad ever there?” “Fuck no. I didn’t even meet him until I was 13. He let me and my mom be broke while he was off creating his fucking empire.” “I sense some anger,” she chuckles. I smile. I can always count on her to brighten my mood. “The next time I saw him was when my mom died.” “How old were you?” I lean my head back to try and remember. “16.” “Jeez,” she exhales softly. “I’ve told you all this before.” “Not about your dad.” “Yeah I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.” “How do you feel about your dad, you know, how's that sitting?” I begin to feel nauseous thinking about what I had seen just days earlier. // I opened the door to my father's penthouse apartment. I take a step inside and smell the scent of lavender. The room was silent. I look around. Bottles of wine lay scattered across the floor. On the coffee table, I see bottles of prescription pills. I pick one up and read the label: OXYCONTIN. “Jesus Christ,” I say aloud. I try to call out to him but struggle to find words that fit our relationship. “Dad?” No answer. I work my way up the stairs. It feels like I’m exploring a haunted house. I walk slowly until I find myself in the master bedroom. I knock. No answer. I step inside. The room is dimly lit. I take a deep breath in. The scent of lavender is stronger, but there is something under it. I look around and see light coming from under the bathroom door. I knock. No answer. I twist the handle. It’s unlocked. I open the door listening to it creak. There is blood everywhere. Inside I see a man in a suit. In his hands, he holds a double barrel shotgun pointed towards what is left of his head. I stare for a moment. The only thing left is the bottom half of his jaw, the rest is splattered on the wall behind him. “FUCK.” I feel saliva rush into my mouth. I vomit. “FUCK.” I try to breathe. In through my nose. Jesus Christ the smell. Holy shit. The smell of a rotting corpse overwhelms my senses. More vomit. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” I pick myself up. “Fuck, Shit, Fuck.” I look at the man on the floor of my father’s bathroom again. Something is making me keep looking. I look at his shoes, his suit, his watch. They all seem so familiar. It was my father. I feel a sense of relief. Like a weight is lifted off my shoulders. I stare back at my dead father and immediately feel a sense of guilt. What the fuck is wrong with me. // I listen to Olive’s breathing as she sleeps in the passenger seat beside me. I need coffee or I might just join her and crash this car. I feel my phone vibrate, work has been trying to contact me every hour now. I nudge Olive trying to gently wake her up. “Hey wake up.” She whimpers softly. “Sorry but I’m falling asleep over here I need to stop. Could you find a place to get some coffee?” “Sure babe.” She pulls out her phone. “There is a Denny’s not far from here.” I yawn. “Maybe I’m tired enough to make it taste like real food.” She giggles, “Yeah whatever you say.” She closes her eyes again. “Hey keep me awake, I will crash this car.” “Fine, fine, whatever.” I look in the rearview mirror and see headlights turn off behind me. That’s weird. “Hey Olive, did you see that?” “See what?” “Is there someone behind us?” She turns in her seat. “I don’t see anything.” “I saw headlights turn off.” “I still don’t see anything.” I slow the car down to see if the car will catch up. Nothing. “Weird. I don't like that.” “It’s probably nothing,” she turns back to face the windshield, “I think Denny’s is coming up soon anyways.” // David shifted in his seat. His hair was jet black except for gray at his temples. He was in his mid 30’s but seemed much older. “I’m sorry about your father, he was a close friend of mine.” “Thanks,” I don’t know how else to respond. “But hey, look at the bright side.” “Of my father dying?” “Well no,” He shifted uncomfortably, his tone changed to match mine. “I mean now you’re part owner of a huge corporation. You can start fresh, make your father proud.” I gave him a smile. “Yeah, all those years in business school you’d think I’d be able to do something with this.” He chuckled. “That's the spirit kid. Say, when do you graduate?” “Next week, so perfect timing.” He stared back at me with a concerned look on his face. “To be able to work alongside you that is.” He wasn’t buying it. “Are you alright Micah? I understand that this is a tough time. If you aren’t ready to jump right in that’s fine.” “No, I'm ready. I mean someone’s got to run this company to the ground right? And there is nothing like a little old-fashion nepotism.” He chuckled. “How about you take a mini vacation. Clear your mind. You’re what 22? Jesus and after all the shit you’ve gone through.” “Yeah, that might be a good idea.” I don’t like how he speaks to me. Like I’m a teenager. Or maybe just someone who’s a father just committed suicide. “I think you’re going to like it here. Pretty soon you’ll be rolling in cash. That is if you aren’t already. I mean how much are you inheriting from your old man, It has got to be…” His tone changed quickly. “Sorry, Micah, that's rude of me. Can I pour you a drink?” “I'm fine, thanks.” He was right though. Out of nowhere I now have more money than I could ever imagine what to do with. // I stare down at the runny eggs in front of me. The smell of burnt bacon took me away from enjoying the meal. “How is it?” Olive asked. “Well, it's Denny’s that's for sure.” She laughed as she took a sip of her coffee. “Are you still tired?” “Yeah I don’t think this coffee will do the trick.” “Hold on I think I can help.” She bends over and starts digging through her purse. She pulls out a what looks like a tic-tac container. “Put out your hand.” I do as I’m told. She pours two blue pills into my hand. “What are these?” “Adderall. It’ll keep you awake.” I shrug my shoulders and swallow the pills. I look around examining the interior of the diner. The walls were a gold-yellow color, there were pictures of the ocean on the walls. I look across the counter at the employees working in the kitchen. They stand still. Motionless. They are silent, facing the back of the restaurant not making a sound. “Hey, something feels weird.” I look up at Olive. “Maybe it's all the weed we’ve been smoking.” “No, it's not like that. It's more like I feel watched.” “I think we are just tired.” I yawn thinking about it. “Maybe.” I look out the window and see the moon. The sky is clear, the stars in the sky staring back at me. “What if we just drove away,” Olive says pulling me out of my trance. “Aren’t we doing that now?” I ask. “No, I mean what if we just never went back.” “We can’t do that. I have a job. You have a job.” “So what. I’m a fucking software engineer for a giant corporation that doesn’t even know I exist. If I never show up again it won’t take much to replace me.” I look at her confused. “I have to go back. They need me David has been trying to get a hold of me all night.” “So what. Fuck them. It’s not like you wanted any of this anyways. You have money not you don’t have to work another day in your life.” I stay silent thinking about her proposal. “What would we do.” “We could drive south into Mexico. We could take out all the money we could at a bank before the border, then just start a new life there.” “That plan doesn’t sound fully complete.” “So what, why not just try.” “Olive, are you serious?” “Yes, Micah I’m serious. I think I’d rather die right now than go back and spend another day with my shitty coworkers. Why not just go. Worry about the consequences when it comes to it.” I contemplate for a few moments in silence. “I’ve never been one to be spontaneous.” “Why not start now?” She made eye contact with me. Her pupils were dilated. “Ok, let's do it. Fuck it why not.” She smiles. “Ok let's do this.” // The car shutters as I switch to 3rd gear. When I switch to fourth the engine shuts down completely. “Well fuck,” I say pulling over to the side of the road. “What's going on?” “I think the car just broke down.” I take the keys out and then put them back in. I try to start the engine but nothing works. “Ok well, now I know the car just broke down.” “Can you fix it.” I look at olive with a frustrated look. “No.” “Well, what do we do?” “Wait until daylight I guess.” “Jesus ok.” I leaned the seat back and closed my eyes. // “Micah.” I awake to bright LED headlights stopped behind the car. The headlights looked familiar. My heart starts to beat faster. “They’ve been behind us for a couple minutes now,” her voice was shaky. “What the fuck do they want. “I think It's the same car I saw before we got food.” I look back at the car behind us. The contours of the glossy black SUV shined in the reflection of its headlights. The driver door swung open. A tall man stepped out, I saw the silhouette of a pistol. “He has a gun.” I panic and struggle to start the car. It doesn’t give. “Micah--” The man knocks on the driver window with the barrel of his gun. Slowly he bends down until I can see his face. David.

// “David, please. Just let her go. She has nothing to do with any of this.” “Fuck you. I work my ass off right beside your father for 7 years and you’re the one who gets everything. His fucking bastard child. I’m glad I killed him.” “You what?” “Yeah, I fucking killed him. Figured I’d get his shares. Wasn’t hard either. Easy to blame it on the pills.” “Jesus Christ David you’re crazy.” Olive struggled under his grip. I took a step towards them. “Another step and I shoot her.” “David please. I don’t even want any of this. Take my fucking shares take everything I don’t fucking care just let her go.” David pauses for a second. I look at Olive struggling to try and break free. “David please.” Olive jerks violently to try and loosen his grip. David flinches. A loud bang cuts me off. Olive falls to the floor. Half of her face was blown off from the gunshot. I fall to my knees in shock. Her right eye was missing along with half of her cheek. Her left eye bulged out and stared at me. I look up to David. The gun is pointed towards me shaking. I have no words. I close my eyes and feel the tears stream down my cheeks. // I lay back in the water. The waves bob me up and down. I feel a sense of calmness as a wave crashes into me. The sky above me is turning pink. I watch seagulls above me circling calling out to one another. I submerge myself into the water breathing all of the air out of my lungs sinking to the sand below the waves. I look up at the surface, the saltwater burns my eyes. I inhale deeply letting the water into my lungs. I feel the tickle of saltwater on the back of my throat. I hold the water in. And wait.

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